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 Posted: Mon Aug 12, 2013 4:06 pm
Ako had gone to the shrine more for answers than another task. Thankfully there was a goddess to answer his questions, but she seemed... well... busy? The boy edged a bit closer and nearly jumped as she turned, smiling at him. "Oh- fah meh?" He hadn't taken the offering at first, but at her words took it and slowly opened it. Only to find it held nothing. He wasn't exactly upset, but more confused at it all. Why would she give him an empty bag? As his gaze raised again to her she looked a bit confused herself, obviously working up a solution.
And then she had one. Sending him to fix it. "Ah... so ahll beh..." His entire body felt heavy as she spoke of taking somethings heart, stealing it away for her. Even if they didn't need it, even if they hadn't made it... " Tat..." He shivered a bit at the thought, backing up slightly as he was forced to take the scissors. "Ah..." No, he couldn't go against the goddess. He had to do it. "Youu... wan dis?" He finally issued to her, slowly backing away before moving for the door she'd pointed to. Maybe it was just like the things in the fields. The hateful, spiteful things... the ones who only hurt. If it was just one of those it was fine. They were bad anyway, right?
...so what was the feeling of dread that was sinking into his very being? He let out a whimper as he moved up, pausing at the gates. Perhaps if he hadn't already been so consumed with his own dread he would have felt the terror the gate was only furthering as he moved to the third. He briefly paused, taking a breath before he pushed at the branched sigil and felt the gate open.
If only he'd known what he was about to find.
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Posted: Mon Aug 12, 2013 4:49 pm
All that could be heard was silence as the gate shut behind him, silence and his own thoughts. His own doubts. As he sowly took a few steps he did finally hear something, something familiar... yet foreign. No, it certainly wasn't meant for him. "Fluffy?" He repeated it, confusion evident as he only heard it echo back at him further. What? Who or what was Fluffy? Yes, he knew what it was to BE fluffy, but this felt different? Like a name?
Even so, he wanted to go to it, to not be alone. So onward he pushed, steps slow, but steady as he drew up to it. It was a process that continued until he suddenly found himself up against a crate. One which bared his very path forwards. Yet he couldn't go back? The gate had closed after all. And then, after a thud from inside of the thing it opened suddenly. At first he couldn't quite make it out, and then he realized what it was. An arm? Someone was trapped in the box? "Youu harht?" His voice was urgent as he reached up o catch it between his fingers. He couldn't see inside, but the arm had hung so limp, so lifeless.
It needed his help right? This thing? "It didn't make it." The voice of the goddess echoed in his head in memory even as he caught the things hands, dread once more spreading. This... it couldn't be alive, could it?
As he hopped up to see inside, or at least feel as it was still so dark he could barely make things out. He felt lightly, carefully inside. "You ahriht?" He offered, receiving nothing as a reply as he felt against the thing. Soft, yet firm. It didn't give way against his fingers. He couldn't quite make out the shape though, was it even humanoid? And then he heard it, the quiet reverberation of the things heart. Was it not dead? But... "Ello?" He asked quietly, leaning closer to the thing. He could see the reddish glow, so similar to his own through the flimsy covering, what could only be flesh. But he couldn't he would be...
"It didn't make it." He swallowed as the reminder hit him again. The goddess said it didn't need it, but here was the figure of something so similar to himself. Could he really? He placed his hand lightly against the flesh that bared his way to the faint glow, waiting for a response. Something, anything to indicate it still lived. That there was more to it than it seemed. Yet nothing. He merely sat there, awkwardly for a time. But finally it got to him, the darkness, the isolation, merely comofrted by the quiet beating that his hand was ever so close to. Nothing would happen if he waited, he would...
He whispered a quiet apology in his mind as he slowly lifted the scissors, unable to breath as he carefully rested them against the thing. And then a snip. It was a slow process, digging away as he felt something cool against his hands, slick. Disgust filled him as he continued at it, unable to truly comprehend what he was doing. Why he was doing that in the name of the goddess. Why she would wish this upon him. Bits and layers moved away as he drew closer, feeling as if he must have been covered in what he could only imagine to be blood at that point. The blood of one who never made it. And eventually he reached it, pushing past each layer that bared his way. Yet it wouldn't come, still held by something else. Finally, with both hands, after working to pry his way further in, he grasped it, and with a final, sound tug, it came free, held between his fingers as he sat there, briefly entranced with the images that flooded his mind. A sad, peaceful melancholy... and yet sorrow along with it.
"Who's a good boy?" His tail wagged at hearing the cheery voice, head lifting a bit from where it had been between his paws. The slightly chubby figure of the woman made it's way closer even as a rather strange grin graced his features. 'Jesjes!' The woman wouldn't have heard it, but his own voice echoed in his head as she moved to sit up. He was praised with a fond ruffle of his ears and a pat on the head as the woman sat beside him with a 'oomph.' Obviously, running up the mountain, was a tiring affair. Well, he didn't think so, but he didn't leave often. Rather, he had to wait for them to come visit him. Which was nearly everyday, especially with the nice lady.
He shifted to bury his head against the woman's stomach, nuzzling a bit as she laughed as happily as ever, ruffling the pitch black fur that ran across his body, then paused. "Have you been rolling in the mud again?" A pause as he was caught, a quiet reply being offered. 'Maybe.' Again, she'd never hear it, but she did lagh again before patting his neck. "You'll need another bath before long if you keep that up." He didn't mind, oversized or not, he was just a big dog, right? At least that was how they treated him. The woman released him with one arm, reaching for something he could easily guess at and offering it to him. "Did you have a good day, Fluffy?" She inquired, offering up the few pellets that were to be his meal to him. Which he took about as carefully as he could, licking them up rather than eagerly biting at them. Jessie had, at least, managed to train that out of him with her. Seeing as she knew to keep very still.
It wasn't something the rest of the world got to do.
"You guys are always so hungry." She said at that point, a bit sad as the cerberus looked up at her and tilted his head. What was wrong with that. It was normal. "But they're strict about it, so no more." No treats? Well that wasn't much fun, not that he'd done much to deserve them? And besides, he got to sit with her, that was all the better, right? Everything was better when the humans he liked came to visit!
Even if everyone else wasn't so fond of them.
And then it faded again, the feeling of warmth of having someone beside him was lost as he was left clutching the bloody remains of the heart he'd stolen. Was it that person he held the heart of? Had they not made it? That kind, smiling face was lost forever? He briefly looked to the mass still in the crate, packed in awkwardly as he let out a low whimper, his entire stomach turning. There weren't enough apologies in him to ask for forgiveness for it, he couldn't be...
Even if they had died, it was too cruel. Why would the goddess wish for that? Still, he couldn't stay, he had to get away. No, he didn't want to be near that thing anymore, he couldn't be. He quickly shifted, placing the heart away in the bag and moved from the crate, running in the direction he could only hope was away from there. He'd taken something precious from someone... he just wanted to forget it. He hadn't meant to hurt anyone.
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Posted: Mon Aug 12, 2013 5:21 pm
His feet felt heavy, weighted, as he moved away from the box. He slowed as he moved, still disgusted with his act. Dead or not, it was like killing that cheerful, smiling person again. They'd only held love for that dog thing, that was him. He clutched his arms around him as he walked, regretting it almost instantly as he realized he'd only gotten more blood on himself.
Really, he felt dirty. Terrible. Horrible. It was all his fault. Why had he done that? Because the goddess wished it? Was that enough of a reason? And yet... even as he'd been caught up in his own thoughts he suddenly realized he was no longer walking a solid path, but actually knee deep in water. He shivered again, half from his own disgust and half from the cold that emanated from the depths and through him as he moved. Then he heard it, the most terrifyingly beautiful thing he'd known since waking. His head jerked up, looking back to the figure he couldn't see yet in the darkness. Please give it back. She'd been dead, hadn't she?
..had he killed a living thing? Something with a soul and feelings? No... nonononono he didn't want that. His voice caught as he forced himself to stumble a few steps further into the water. No, he didn't want to know that, he didn't want to see what he'd done. He was scared, so scared to find what he had done to that poor woman. I didn't mean it! He'd only done it because he had to. No other reason, yet it was still coming closer, the sound of something else wading through the water even as it reached to his neck. He couldn't run anymore, there wasn't any escaping what he'd done. He turned slowly, accepting he had to face the thing only to find it upon him already.
The large lumbering figure, still somewhat torn as it glared down at him with empty eyes, shoving him under the surface of the water even before he could try to issue an apology. He wasn't sure what to do, to fight it or not even as he felt the cold waters enclosing around his head. He didn't want to die, certainly, but was he to be forgiven for what he'd done? And yet once more it's demands as images filled his head again once more recalling something he might have best left forgotten at this time.
Once more, they were sitting. This time near a pond. He could tell he was a bit damp, probably from splashing about in the waters shortly before. The woman's hand was idly scratching at the top of his head as he looked up, merely listening as she spoke. "You guys really are the best at listening." She said, possibly more to herself than him. The fact he was still dripping wet didn't seem to bother her even as his head as resting on her leg while he dozed lazily. His tail shifting back and forth from time to time. "People always have some plan. But you? You care." Well he did, who else did he have to be with? He loved the humans, they always took care of them. Why wouldn't he care? Though he had to admit, he did like JesJes more. She was kind not just to him, but all of them. As sweet as one could hope for from a human. Though then she turned, looking down at him.
"Do you ever have worries?" Maybe when they forgot to feed him? He merely made a light grunt of a noise at her at that point, lifting his chin a bit to try and direct the scratches to his neck. "I guess not, you do have it pretty easy." Her speech seemed more for herself than him, which was fine since her had had relocated to rubbing at his neck a bit while she ignored the big wet spot he'd left on her clothes. She'd likely have to change later thanks to interrupting his romp in the pond... lake... thing. There was silence for a few minutes before he felt her catch his chin, lifting his head up to look at him curiously.
His only real reaction was to perk both ears, letting out a slight whine of confusion as he stared up at the woman's expression. Confusion, perhaps a bit of worry was on her face? He couldn't read it took well as he moved to pull his head back when she sighed, sounding relieved. "You know, they call you beasts, but I can't see you ever wanting to hurt a fly." She stated, once more seeming to talk more to herself than him. Well, he didn't really want to hurt anything. "You're just too good to do anything wrong." She added, lifting both hands to tussle his ears again as if the conversation was to be dropped. "A good boy indeed, right?" She chimed, smiling down as him as he grunted and let out a playful bark after a moment before tugging his head lose. Yes, he was a great boy! The best kind of good boy!
If he was the best boy, the best kind... why had he done that to her? Why would he hurt Jessie? Someone who adored him so? He floundered a bit, staring up at the figure that was angrily holding him down. He wasn't a good boy at all, he'd hurt her. Her anger was warranted wasn't it? But then, why was she hurting him so? Why hadn't she replied sooner? He just... he didn't understand at all.
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Posted: Mon Aug 12, 2013 5:31 pm
Would Jessie really hurt him? He had to wonder. Even as he tried to fight the thing off limply. He didn't want to die. He didn't. He just wanted air, his lungs were screaming for it as he worked to try and free himself from the things grasp, to merely make it for the surface. Unfortunately he did more than that. The instrument that had started this all was still in his hand, still sharp as ever as he found it's way deep within the figure of the woman. Eating at her very being as she let out a howl of anguish and vanished. Suddenly loose from her grasp he also found himself on dry ground, gasping for what little oxygen was available. Clear, fresh air. Thank the goddess.
He quickly looked around though, even as he was panting for breath and shivered again. He'd hurt her. Once more he'd hurt Jessie. The being who had loved him unconditionally even when he did so much to injure her now. Another low whine escaped the boy as he curled up briefly into a ball, the bag still holding the heart he'd stolen from her within it. Why... why did he have to do such a thing. "Soree.. soree.." He was so sorry, he couldn't even find the words to express himself as he sat for several moments.
It wasn't until he suddenly noticed the light shining in that he started to move again, standing as he felt every part of his body ache. He stared at the light silently for a time before taking a few steps further. He didn't know what to do, what to make of it. Only that he had to go. He had done this in the name of the goddess. So he would finish that much. Why, he wasn't sure, but he had. Just as he moved to leave, he thought he saw something out of the corner of his eye, but perhaps it was just in his mind.
"Jes..." It escaped him without thinking as he looked at the spot again and saw nothing. No, it was merely wishful thinking. Perhaps hoping to redeem himself for what he'd done. With that chance gone, he turned and slowly moved out through the exit, feet dragging as he did.
He was the worst. A terrible boy.
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Posted: Mon Aug 12, 2013 11:59 pm
Kiasako had learned it was IMPORTANT...or something to go to the shrine often. Why, he didn't know. Perhaps to find answers, but he never seemed to get them either way. Still, he found himself moving toward the shrine, slowly but surely. And there he found himself looking upon the goddess he'd chosen to follow.
Eat or be eaten? But, he didn't want either of those. He wanted to co-exist with people. Even as he opened his mouth to speak she continued, silencing the words he wished to issue. Nevermind then. She wanted to find out, and placed a dagger in his hand moments later she stated a simple bit about him being ready as the thing rusted. And then darkness.
When he next awoke he found himself upon the freezing surface of metal, startled away as a whine escaped him. What..? Where? "Gahdooss?" He said it quietly, hushed by the very brilliance of the room as he rubbed a hand over his eyes. Where was he? Why was he here?
The test? Had he been forced into it? He couldn't know even as he moved to sit up, moving from the table as his feet hit the ground. His claws scraped against the smooth surface as he walked tracing a finger along the overly sterile wall.
What was this place?
Moving to the door he found it was unlocked, walking out as he glanced in both directions down the hall. Oddly... the same. So bright it felt painful, but... wrong. Nothing was out to hurt him, yet it felt wrong. Dreadfully so. He rubbed at his arm with one hand before starting down the hall slowly. He'd made it a ways, far enough to make out some semblance of a marking other than white ahead. Thankfully it was getting closer. And then a noise. Something other than the sound of his own foot as he froze, looking behind him.
Emptiness?
Odd, but... he kept moving at that point, hunching down a bit as he did. Further, further- THUD.
He glanced back again. There was nothing. He moved a few more steps, more eager now as he started along. Then there it was again. The sound of something moving. This time though, as he looked back he saw a figure ambling toward him down the path. A pair of scissors in it's hand opening and closing as it moved in his direction. He let out a bit of a whimper as he saw it, a feeling of utmost dread welling up in him as he stumbled back a few steps before making a break for it.
No, no no no... he didn't want to go near that. It scared him, he wanted out. He slammed against the door suddenly, clawing at the handle before he saw the text.
A passcode? But what passcode. "Ohhhht..." He whimpered briefly against the door, attempting to will it to open. He didn't want to see the thing.
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Raja rolled 1 4-sided dice:
1
Total: 1 (1-4)
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Posted: Tue Aug 13, 2013 12:00 am
His gaze darted in every direction as he continued to tug at the handle with little effect. Out. Out. He had to get out. He wanted away from this... this thing! Though even as he frantically scrabbled with the door he found little use in it. Little help at all. The world felt blurry, perhaps with his own tears brought on by panic as he felt himself slipping out of reality briefly, falling prey to softer, kinder images...
The entire house was permeated by the sweet, delicious scent. He could tell even before he opened the door what it was. Delicious spookies, the best kind. His tail began to flick from side to side faster than usual as he opened the door, peeking in before entering entirely and closing it behind him.
A few quick steps and the boil found himself peeking in at the plump ghost in the kitchen, busily hovering around as she worked on things. While it was spookies he smelled, she was obviously working on a meal of some kind too. What, he wasn't sure, but it would be delicious. Jessie was great at cooking EVERYTHING as far as he was concerned. "JesJes~!" One of the few things he'd said enough to get right echoed from his mouth as he trotted forward, reaching up to give the ghost a hug as he peeked around her curious.
"Oh! You're home! Did yo- ah you're a mess!" It wasn't so much anger or disgust in her voice as an exclamation, perhaps exasperation as well. "If I haven't told that dragon a hundred times to keep you out of swamps-" She sighed, smiling again as she carefully, to avoid the muck, patted him on the head. "Welcome home, sweetie. But you really do need a bath. If you want a treat clean yourself up." She offered, taking a moment to fondly tussle the boys hair before shooing him off. If there was one good thing about being a ghost, it was likely that none of the goop covering him from head to toe could stick to her. Even so, he merely gave her a bashful smile before nodding and heading off.
Bath bath... fiiine~!
What was that? Certainly, it was him- but... he looked back, staring at the figure before him. They looked so similar, yet this one held none of the happiness that figure brought him. Why? Why were they similar?
[ Distance 50 ft. -5 = 45ft ]
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Raja rolled 1 4-sided dice:
4
Total: 4 (1-4)
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Posted: Tue Aug 13, 2013 12:08 am
And then, then as he was regaining his bearings he saw it. A piece of paper. He snatched the thing up, squinting at it as he tried to make it out. It looked like some of the numbers on that pad, and some other symbols?
...he wasn't exactly the best at reading yet, but he could match pictures. But what order did they go in? This was no help at all!
[Distance 45ft -5 = 40ft ]
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Raja rolled 1 4-sided dice:
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Total: 4 (1-4)
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Posted: Tue Aug 13, 2013 12:10 am
Digging around where he found the first sheet of paper wasn't helping. There really wasn't anything else in that area of the floor. Nor did he know what it meant yet. Nope. Not helping at all.
[ Distance 40ft -5 = 35ft ]
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Raja rolled 1 4-sided dice:
3
Total: 3 (1-4)
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Posted: Tue Aug 13, 2013 12:11 am
After standing to look at the floor again he tried the door once more, scrambling with it and hitting the buttons with as much urgency as the situation seemed to warrant. Sadly, it did nothing but reject him as he whimpered and let himself slide down against the door.
Not. Helping.
[Distance 35ft -5 = 30ft ]
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Raja rolled 1 4-sided dice:
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Total: 2 (1-4)
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Posted: Tue Aug 13, 2013 12:12 am
And then he spotted it, the other piece of paper lying below. The instant his eyes locked on it the boy scrambled to catch it, ignoring the footsteps behind him as he let out another whimper. Letters in an order? Ok... ok he just had to match these with the other one?
He looked betweent he two before punching in the sequence he could make out, listening as a hollow beep different from before went off. Thank the goddess.
He quickly pulled the door open and fled through as he hoped it meant leaving the swift sound of scissors behind him for good.
[ Distance 30ft -5 = 25ft ]
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Posted: Tue Aug 13, 2013 12:18 am
He gasped for breath as he escaped out the door, blinking at the return of the stark colors. How sweet they were, he'd missed them. He stumbled a few more steps toward the forest ahead, but nearly froze as he once more heard the cold sound of metal sliding against itself. He looked behind him only briefly, long enough to confirm it.
The thing was there, moving along still toward him. Chasing him even now. "No..." He let out in a whimper before he quickly turned, dashing through them as fast as he could. He tore at anything that got in his way, branches... anything. He had to escape, he had to-
And then as soon as it began the trees gave way. Now there stood a bridge, old, decrepit it stood. But he could hear it coming, ever closer... he couldn't way. He had to go. Rickety or not, it was his only chance. So away he went, straight onto the planks.
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Raja rolled 1 4-sided dice:
3
Total: 3 (1-4)
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Posted: Tue Aug 13, 2013 12:19 am
He moved, ever steadily, along the bridge, ears back as he felt wind tugging at him, willing him to fall. No, he couldn't stop. Even as the bridge swayed and he hunched over he drove himself forward. Again he had to pause, regretting it instantly as fingers tore at his shoulder and a sharp pain sprung up in his back. Though if nothing else the feeling, painful as it was, spurned him onward as he ran the rest of the way, forgetting caution as panic set in.
He had to go, he had to run. Away... anything... just not here. He just wanted to get away. And perhaps this time success would be on his side, as he could hear the sound of that thing, perhaps angry with it's near success being stolen, drifted further and further away.
[ Distance 30ft - SUCCESS! ]
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Raja rolled 1 6-sided dice:
3
Total: 3 (1-6)
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Posted: Tue Aug 13, 2013 12:23 am
Running, running was all he could do as he left the bridge far behind. He didn't slow until the dead end appeared, slowing as he looked at the building and panted heavily, his breath coming in quick short bursts. All that stood before him was a building, even in worse condition than the bridge, baring his path as he looked around.
Then it came, the sound of snip-snip behind him. It was back, ever there. He slowly turned, backing away from the figure. Even as he watched it he felt dread, fear, sadness at what was about to happen. And yet then, as if by some small miracle, the dagger he held glowed a brilliant red, a voice echoing in his mind. Yet it was interrupted then, but another memory... this one filling him with guilt, what one would call survivors guilt.
There she lay, still, almost breathless. Her blood spilling out from the many holes in her body left by an unknown force. One long gone. He felt himself moving closer, ever closer to the sweet face of the woman who had only ever shown him love. Kindness. Happiness. Yet now, she was blood stained, gasping for her last breaths as the brilliant crimson shaded liquid bubbled out of her and trailed to the ground. He nuzzled against her hand, feeling her fingers gentle move to press against his oversized head.
"Fluffy..?" It was a question that came, possibly caused by the glassy, almost empty expression in her eyes as he moved to carefully rest his head against her cheek. She wouldn't get up again, would she? She was going to leave him too... like Layla. 'JesJes...' The voice was silent to the world as he tried to edge closer still, nuzzling against her and wishing a few licks would make her pain stop. Willing her to be well again. "Such a- a good... bo-" The word was never finished though, as her hand that was resting against him, fell at that point, limp against the ground. Her chest no longer heaved for breath, no longer forced to try and keep going as her eyes closed.
Jessie didn't move anymore after that. Even as he waited minutes, or how long he wasn't sure, curled up near the still form. She didn't move, she didn't speak. He could only let out a low, mournful howl as he realized she'd never call his name again. Humans... humans were so sweet. So fragile... why did they have to break so easily?
And then he was back in reality, staring at the now familiar plump figure before him. "Jes... Jes." His voice was choked, broken as he whimpered toward it, reaching out with the hand that held no dagger. He couldn't help her, she'd come back to him. He loved her, she had always been so kind to him. He couldn't... he wouldn't.
It seemed though, the figure didn't share his kindness and good heart. For instead of moving to pull him into a hug as he expected he found the scissors digging into him as he eyes widened, lips parting briefly as if to say something against the betrayal. No sound came out even as the word 'why' echoed in his head.
He felt the figure reach out briefly, holding him as it drew close, speaking in a voice so similar, so familiar... yet twisted. Don't worry, it only hurts once." Sweet, full of the innocence he knew Jessie to have, and yet painful as the scissors dug in further, tears filling his eyes as he could only hear the brief, faint sound of his own hear escalating in his ears as death threatened to come closer. He hadn't wanted to come here, he never wanted it... but why... why Jessie? Why? His Jessie wouldn't have hurt him like that, even broken and damaged she loved him...
Why...?
He felt himself sliding down, further to the ground at that point as a snip issued the end of it. The figure was retreating now, his own beating red heart in it's hands and the scissors still held in the other. '"Wah-ee...?" He managed the single last word as he tried to claw toward the figure, darkness closing in around him as he did. All he saw... all he heard were the retreating steps of the dark shadow, so alike his Jessie, walking away.
..why?
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Posted: Thu Aug 15, 2013 8:58 pm
TEA CEREMONY
Come here for tasting~
PS: Italics for the memory. Kiasako seemed to be finding his way to the shrine all too often now, curiously stepping in this time he was greeted by a rather sweet smell. The smiling face of the goddess was his second welcome as she spoke, suddenly offering him one of the things on the tray in her hands as he drew close. A cookie? Well, that sounded wonderful. He happily accepted the thing, nibbling at it with a wag of his tail. He liked this goddess, she didn't make them do mean things it seemed. She then asked a question, one he wasn't sure of the right answer to. Some of it... seemed a bit mean. But you couldn't say that off the goddesses. So instead he merely nodded at the question of loving her. Like and love were close to the same? And then she was talking again, babbling about log and kindness and... well he liked the idea of pleasant memories. Though he wasn't so sure about some of the other ones she listed later. He felt like things were sad enough as it was.
No more of that, right?
Still, a tea party should be fine. He nodded as she turned to lead him over to the gate, following along as he worked to finish off the cookie in his hand. Very tasty. And then he found himself before a table, blinking a bit. The final sort of push in her words earned a nod and off he went to investigate.
He'd only taken a few steps when the music drew her attention, drawing a curious gaze that swept the area as he tried to find a source. It seemed to come from the very heavens themselves. Though as he peered up, he blinked, drawing back as a flake landed on his face, causing him to listen to the light soft crunch of his feet sinking into the contents. What it was he wasn't sure, but certainly... new.
He held out a hand, catching a few flakes on his before sniffing at it, then licking it up. It tasted like nothing at all. How odd. Well, it seemed harmless. So onward and out perhaps? He paused as he reached the table, peering at the two jars a moment. One left a sinking pit in his stomach, while the other felt of only joy. It seemed an easy choice. He carefully lifted up the pink jar, pausing as he saw the tag and squinted, trying to read it.
...if he'd read that right, it was something to consume? Well okay then. He carefully opened the thing before sipping down the contents, almost immediately feeling something akin to a giggle escape him. Oh, everything did feel wonderful. This goddess was the bes- wait when did the table change? He stared in slight disbelief as it spun, then suddenly finding himself before a table with a long trail of cloth covering it and new treats to consume. Wow, what a magical goddess. Yes, he definitely liked her most. Utterly and completely. He peered at the items for a while before slowly moving to aim for the cake.
No one yelled no, so he took a slice, peering at it a moment before picking it up with his hands and taking a bite. Goodness, it was really really full of flavor, he couldn't begin to explain it. He'd managed a few bites before he realized that, he really needed a drink. Something to wash down the flavors with. Thankfully, it seemed the brilliant lady in charge thought of everything as he spotted two teacups. One far to fabulous for him to dare ruining it with his messy hands, the other a more simple rainbow of colors with hearts. Hearts meant love and good things, right? Definitely going with that one.
So with that he carefully lifted the cup before taking a sip. And then he merely felt great relief, pure happiness as he sunk into the sweet, warm flavor. He didn't even realize that part of the sensation was caused by him sinking into his own memory, all he knew was there was pure... simple peace. It was a wonderful, amazing feeling. Especially compared to so much pain and sadness of recent.
And another for the bunch. A small laugh, quiet, escaped the boy as he scampered along through the fields. He was just outside of town in the fields. A nice, pleasant day, the Pumpkinsun warming his back and well... as far as he was concerned little could ruin it. He smiled rather cheerily as he moved off a few more paces to wind side, collecting a few more mild flowers. They were just in that state of being perfectly wilted. Right where most people liked. There was a faint trace of color left to them as the edges of their petals held a faintly brownish color.
Right. About. Right.
He plucked another bloom with some care before trying to shove it into the bunch he had in his hand, tilting his head as he looked at it. Did it look good? He wasn't exactly sure. Flower arrangement... wasn't something he'd ever thought of before. It was just a gift, she'd like them, right? The boy flopped down at that point, toying with the flowers a bit more as he tried to avoid them bunching too much so they you couldn't see them anymore. Maybe... no, no that wasn't any good. Hmmmn...
He lifted a clawed hand, scratching it against his head briefly, leaving a trail of dirt along with it before placed it between his feet. His knees were pulled up, slightly out in a bit of an odd posture as he cocked his head, checking the angle a bit as he viewed the flowers. It looked the same to him regardless of how he looked at it, but it was for Jessie so they had to look right. Or so he thought.
But you gave flowers to girls you liked, right? He'd seen it in town a few times. The girls always seemed so thrilled, so he wanted some as a present for her. He just... didn't quite get it. He frowned, shaking his head a bit before shoving himself back to his feet, careful not to crush the flowers in the process. Whatever, he'd take them. They looked about the same as the ones he'd seen given. Was there any real difference between flowers aside from the smell? And well... maybe how they tasted. But he was sure that she'd like it, and... it was the thought that counted?
At least he hoped.
It didn't take long for him to run home, covered in enough muck for someone twice his size as was the norm for him. Which did speak of his rolling around in the woods before he'd spotted the field of flowers while heading back. Either way, he'd be wiping his feet before he went in. There was the town, and then around that corner as he ran down one street. A few more urns before he saw the apartment complex and darted up the flight of stairs to the second floor and a ways down the hall to their door. He paused only briefly at the door to give himself a shake(and probably earning more hate from the housekeeper crew), before reaching out to open the door as he wiped his feet on the mat. Which already looked as if it had seen better days from having a rather sharp set of claws rubbed against it more than once a day.
"JesJes!" It was about as loud as he got, which was actually closer to a normal speaking tone. His voice hadn't exactly fully recovered yet, even with the help of that fear healer. At least he could try to talk now. Hard as it was. "Kitchen." Came the pleasant reply of the ghost as he wandered down the hall that branched into the other rooms. He did spot the woman, finishing up what looked like some dishes at the sink as he rounded the corner to the kitchen. She looked over her shoulder as she heard him, ever smiling in such a way it was infectious. "Did you have fu-" She paused, most likely spotting the leaf still stuck in his hair. His hands where behind his back, hiding his surprise as he walked in. "Fun." She finished after a moment, seeming to hold in the need to tell him he needed to clean up. Again.
And then, before she could actually start on about that, he deemed himself close enough at a few steps off to hold out the flowers, smiling as widely as he could. Afterall, kids could give their parents flowers if they wanted. "Fah youu." He chimed, innocent to the fact he really was the reason she had to clean up the house so often. Not that he complained with chores if she asked for help, he just needed a lot of watching to make sure he did it right.Though that was beside the point. The point was that her face turned from surprise, to happiness at the flowers, accepting them with care to look at it curious. "Oh, where'd you get these?" There was no accusation in it, just curiosity before she looked back to him. "That was sweet of you, Fluffy. Thank you." She added, carefully opening her arms to offer a hug. Which of course, the boy happily accepted, his tail wagging at his success. Seeing her smile was more than enough, he'd done good. He was definitely a good boy, just like she always told him. ..even if he got a little dirty.
And with that the memory faded, leaving him smiling lightly as the warmth of that hug still lingered in his mind. Ah, that was a good memory. He merely sat there a few minutes before he noticed the book. Pausing as he flipped through the pages.
Walls. Of. Text. Or as far as he was concerned they were. He stared silently at it. Then looked up and around, watching those around him in silence.
....oh. They were tasting everyone else's teas? That seemed like fun! He definitely wanted to try to. So with the little book in hand he started off to other tables curiously.
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Posted: Thu Aug 15, 2013 9:02 pm
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