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 Posted: Tue Aug 25, 2015 9:59 am
Things were not getting easier in Ophelia's world.
It was naive of her to think otherwise. To think that somehow her body would get used to sleeping on the cold hard ground, that she would wake up one morning and the chilling winds would no longer bother her or that her stomach would get used to the constant lack of food and stop complaining. It did not get any easier and each day was proving to be as hard of the first. Months on and she could still feel her joints ache and her limbs go weak from exhaustion. Company had made it better for a time but now she was once again alone there was no distraction from her discomfort. She had been spending more time to powered up, for some reason being Mjolnir made her feel stronger. Maybe it was the psychological aspect of it, powered up she still carried her bruises and scars, but the armor she wore made her feel more sturdy and less fragile. Almost like it was holding her together, reinforcing her structure and sealing her wounds.
Tonight she was not playing her usual huntress persona. Since the demise of her friend Mjolnir had been almost obsessively hunting down Negaverse Agents, every time she powered up the red wall would come over her eyes and she would be off again with no regards to safety and no plans for forgiveness. Just revenge. However today was different, maybe her injuries had finally calmed her bloodlust. Maybe she was just tired of being so angry all the time. Her armor clanked and chimed as she walked, the almost bell like sound echoing in the open areas of the carnival. A light fog covered the ground, which made the atmosphere very sullen and slightly unsettling. Silent Hill came to mind, but maybe that was just her.. It was the early hours, the sun would soon rise and she would find her way to any hole or hovel that seemed safe enough to sleep. Though for now she still had time to wander and waste.
She had never been to a place like this before, her childhood was so preoccupied with responsibility it left very little time for fun. She could only imagine what a place like this would be like during a busy evening. The smell of cheap food must have been sickening, the mass amounts of chattering must make it hard to think and the rides would be jittery and held together by tape and guarded by rude and unpleasant employees. Still, when she thought about it her heart ached. Was all magic in the world really taken from her? She was a powered being and still so cynical. Mjolnir pouted, was there a time when she ever had fun? Her mind drifted back to that freckled face she once held so dear but threw the image from her mind when her chest began to scream louder.
With a deep sigh she stopped in front of a merry-go-around, amber eyes scanning over the wooden horses that were painted in an array of colours and carved into numerous positions. Still, they were lifeless and silent as everything else was. They looked like they were dead. She pouted again, being reminded of those lifeless dolls her mother used to buy her when she was little. They always seemed so soulless, admittedly they scared her a little.
She jumped the barrier and approached one of the horses; a white one with a multi colored mane, there was a large golden horn coming from its head that matched it hooves and its saddle was painted to look like the night sky. She touched its nose and stroked it, dark eyes looked up at her and she paused staring right back into them. After a moment she went around the side and jumped into its back, her legs dangling off to one side and her transparent skirt draping over its pale body. She did not understand the appeal of these things, but a mixture of boredom and sleep deprivation had made her curious. She wrapped her long fingers around the pole and closed her eyes. What melody must this thing play?
She was getting soft.
Her eyes opened and she pouted again at the thought.
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Posted: Sun Sep 13, 2015 9:08 am
The sound of many small, tinkling bells rang through the Carnival. It started soft, barely there, and grew louder, drifting between the closed stalls and rides gone silent and still. One might have barely noticed it, until it was suddenly everywhere.
Then finally the sound resolved itself into a man who can striding from around the corner of a clapboard stall. He was very tall, and weedy with it, all long, thin limbs. His hair hung below his shoulders in tiny braids and silver glinted at the ends, revealing the bells that rang as he moved. Tangerine eyes swept the area before coming to rest on the Merry-Go-Round that was such an attraction for the Carnival, with its fanciful creatures in bright colors. He's always found them like little works of art on poles, but tonight it wasn't the horses, cats or capricorns that drew his attention, but rather the young woman who sat on one.
That was the aura he had felt when he powered up, all dark and strange and... cold maybe. Almost like glass. He'd been around long enough to at least be able to pick out a Dark Mirror when he sensed one, even if he hadn't seen them yet. Normally it wouldn't have bothered him any and he'd have gone his way, but this Dark Mirror was in his Carnival, and that made all the difference to Ys.
"Oi!" He called as he approached with long, lanky strides, his hands hands hanging loosely by his side. "The Carnival is closed. You should come back later when it's open, and powered down. This is a place for entertainment and joy, I hope you're not planning to disturb that."
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Posted: Thu Oct 29, 2015 4:39 pm
Mjolnir saw him coming, but did not move off of the horse as his tall figure move out from the fog, becoming more visible with every stride. It was almost like he was coming into focus, entering her own dream world. What a surreal and wonderful place this was.
She pouted and looked at the blue haired man with blue hair curiously, dissecting him with her eyes like a frog on a slab. He did not have the aura of an officer, but his clothes were strange and not like the knights or senshi she had seen before. That was okay though, she liked unique things.
Friend or foe? She asked herself, his words were not said in anger but she could sense a threat behind them, and that was almost exciting to her. She smiled and uncrossed her legs, a cold wind blowing past to ruffle her translucent shawl behind her. If he was going to make a rush for her, it was best if she was on her feet.
The senshi of berserkers was not afraid of battles, her knuckles were torn and bruised from the fights that came before, old scars that she would reopen again if need be.
A place for entertainment? She smirked, knowing full well no place was sacred in this city anymore, not even a place as innocent as this. But was it innocent? Many people were scared of carnivals, and more so throughout history they were a place to exhibit the unusual and torture freaks. They were a place where many people suffered for the joy of others. No, not innocent and joyful at all.
Still, amber eyes fixed on the man, trying to weigh up the situation. "That was rather rude, I thought clowns were meant to make people laugh." She raised an eyebrow and gently slid down from the horse.
She was mocking him.
"What is your name? Unhappy clown boy."
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Posted: Sun Nov 08, 2015 9:21 am
His full lips spread in a wide smile that didn't reach his eyes and the saturn squire swept his arms out gracefully as he bowed, a hand pressed to his stomach over the belled vest he worse.
"Ys, Squire of Saturn." He said, pulling out his grand stage voice. Ys was pronounced 'Ees', his voice heavy with England's accent. "I make people laugh when they come as visitors, not invaders, Love. This Carnival is under my protection. Everyone is welcome here, but if you're a threat I'm going to have to ask you to leave and take your war back outside the fence."
He straightened up to the ever present tinkle of bells, his hands coming to lace loosely behind his back. Her mocking tone seemed to have no effect for all that it showed in his carefully crafted smile.
"It would be polite now for you to return the introduction with one of your own. I'd like to know who I have the pleasure of entertaining this evening."
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Posted: Sun Nov 08, 2015 10:15 am
"My name is Mjolnir, Senshi of Berserkers." Mjolnir nodded her head slightly in introduction, trying to stay as civil as possible given the situation. That look on his face only served to worsen her mood - the impression Ys was leaving was a bitter one to say the least.
To her it seemed he was almost itching for a fight, to show his dominance over this place. How very primal of him. Well, if that was the case she was more than happy to fulfil his wish for conflict.
"You presume too much and it's giving me a headache - this is certainly not my war but if you insist I am here to bring trouble, then trouble I will bring. I am not in the mood to be patronized and keyholed by a knight who knows not only my intentions nor my motives or alignment." The brunette snapped at him. She had no interest in conflict with the side of order, if anything she was working to build alliances with them. Though at the same time she would not try and make peace with anyone who made judgements based on the translucency of a cape and the look of a fuku.
She drew her power from chaos, but that did not mean she was a monster that terrorized for no reason, why would she care about his stupid circus?
Mjolnir jumped over the barrier that separated them both, taking in a deep breath and letting out a troubled sigh. She was meant to be changing impressions, she should not let him rile her up. She stopped a few steps in front of him, resting a hand on her hips.
"I am no enemy of order or the White Moon. So I suggest you take a step back boy and reconsider your approach."
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Posted: Fri Nov 13, 2015 5:38 pm
"Mjolnir." Ys repeated as he bowed his head. "A pleasure, I hope."
He gave her an impassive, neutral smile as he straightened again, making no move towards or away from her.
"I don't know your motives, love. That's why I said 'if'. I don't know anything about you, except you like to trespass." He shrugged sharp, boney shoulders and his bells rang. "You can hardly blame me for being protective. This carnival is a place of joy and entertainment..."
Ys spread one long arm out in a sweeping gesture, glancing back at the dark booths and quiet rides. "Its integral to the livelyhood of it that people feel safe when they're here. If they don't, they won't come back and the Carnival will die. Its a very delicate thing... and this place means a lot to me. That's why I protect it."
He glanced back as the dark senshi came closer, dropping his arm behind him again. "If all you want is a little peace and quiet, then you're welcome here. I just had to be sure."
He wasn't entirely sure he trusted the little thing... she was very snappy. At least there was no one here for her to get into trouble with, but he might keep an eye on her anyway, just to make sure her spite didn't extend to property damage. He was sick to death of repainting those bloody damned signs for Chester.
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Posted: Fri Nov 20, 2015 4:12 pm
"Trespass? That seems like a rather silly thing to say. A person like me has no home, every step I take I am someone else's property." Mjolnir rolled her eyes, in the end were they not all trespassing? They were not even from Earth. This planet was not theirs to claim or rule. Mjolnir was hers, and she would never see it, she would never feel its soil under her feet for as long as she lived and the thought left a very bitter taste in her mouth.
Though his words seemed so genuine she could not help but sigh, a small if not forced smile coming onto pale lips. "I will say it again, I do not mean any harm to the place so precious to you. I simply had nowhere else to do and this place... called to me. Memories from another life." She stated, golden eyes wandering off to the side. "A life before the mirror. When I another person, when I was young and innocent to all the world's darkness."
The somber turn of the conversation made her frown, but he had been truthful to her and she decided she owed him the same. "The carousel... what song does it play?" She asked, trying to stir the conversation away. "Since you know nothing about my motives, I would like to explain them to you. I am on a rather odd mission. One that takes time to explain...
Probably longer now we have started off on the wrong foot."
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Posted: Sun Nov 22, 2015 9:14 pm
Ys studied her for a long moment and it wasn't a look without pity. If she really was homeless, she really did have no where else to go and no place that didn't belong to someone else. It was a shame, and he'd never wish that on anyone, let alone a pretty girl.
"You sound like you have a lot of weight on your shoulders." He said finally, some of the tension leaving his tall and gangly frame. "You sound like exactly the sort of person who needs a place like this... to remember that life is not all drab and dark and lack luster."
Pressing a hand to his stomach, Ys gave her another small bow through his head and shoulders, his braids sliding across his back. There was a small curve to his lips, returned to his mobile face now that the threat had been assessed and dismissed.
"If you're curious about the Carousel... why don't I turn it on and let you ride, hmm? You can tell me about this mission while we ride, if you like. I would be happy to do that."
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