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 Posted: Mon Jan 23, 2017 11:25 pm
Captain's Log
1.15.17 [x] First Time in Forever (Arsinoe) [Fin]
1.22.17 [x] Roses [Solo]
1.29.17 [x] Second Star on the Right (Celsus/Fritz) [Fin]
2.5.17 [x] Castle on the Hill [Solo]
2.12.17 [x] Dark Horse [Solo]
2.19.17 [x] Counting Stars (Arsinoe) [Fin]
2.26.17 [x] Bring Me to Life [Solo]
3.5.17 - [x] Take Me to Church (Aegir) *
3.12.17 - [x] I Lived (Arsinoe) [Fin]
3.19.17 - [x] In Case of Emergencies (Arsinoe, Mag Mell) *
4.8.17 - 4.15.17 [x] [Healing] *
4.23.17 - [x] Carry Each Other (Aegir) *
4.30.17 [x] Once Upon a Dream [Solo] *
5.7.17 Reserved
5.14.17 - 6.18.17 Weekly Visits & Lost Time
6.25.17 - Reserved - Visit w/Lacerta
7.02.17 - 3.??.18 Weekly Visits & Lost Time
3.25.18 [x] Start a Fire in the Stars [Solo Arc]
3.25.18 [x] A Warrior's Call (Many) [Transcendence]
* denotes unfinished
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Posted: Thu Jun 22, 2017 5:23 pm
[ January 22, 2017 - Roses] It took longer to obtain the level of peace and concentration that she needed in order to make the transition between Earth and Corvus for her second visit. It wasn't until she sat on the floor, pack strapped to her back and knees crossed, that she could let all of her apprehensions about traveling alone go and once she did she was there. The room was the same as it had been when she'd been there before-- it would take work to clear the rubble. Maybe one day she would befriend a Senshi of Masonry or a band of brother knights who specialized in work with mortar and stone in the real world and they would help her repair the wall. Fortunately, there was nothing of value currently left in the room and no reason to worry about it at present. She dusted herself off as she stood, shifting her pack on her shoulders before slipping out the door she and her cousin had worked open. She followed the same path they had taken that day until she reached the room that they'd spent the majority of their time in. Familiarity lingered in the walls and the remains of the books and trinkets on the shelves, inviting her to spend the day there again-- learning, observing, reminiscing. She closed the door and pushed on, no more ready for a trip down memory lane now than she had been that day. As she rounded the corner of the next hallway she paused, surprised to see light filtering in from somewhere. She switched her lantern off in order to follow the light, unable to keep herself from smiling as she watched the dust motes dance through it just ahead of her. She should have been heartbroken at the state of the wooden door, torn over the rot and decay from long dead vines that had climbed, but she wasn't. There was daylight. Daylight. The door's ornate lock remained intact, the hinges holding on the opposite side even though the door itself had obviously seen better days. How many years had it taken for the ivy to work its way through the wood? What damage had been done before to give it the chance to take hold? Whatever the case, it took little more than a well placed shoulder check to break through the door leaving the last of lingering daylight to spill into the hall as she tumbled out into the courtyard. She felt like she had just stepped into the Secret Garden, not realizing that she was holding her breath until her chest tightened and she was forced to exhale. For a moment after she could only stand there, flashes of what had been before overlapping the reality of what lay before her currently. Polished marble and a path leading from the doorway to the pond-- cracked and dirty now, the walkway overgrown. Dust and debris and plant life that had taken on a life of its own in the absence of caretakers before dying from neglect. Hours. Days. Months. She could only imagine how long it might take to breathe life into this place again, to make it the peaceful safe haven it had been a lifetime ago. She could do it. If she could live on, then so could her garden. Her home. [Word Count: 554]
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Posted: Thu Jun 22, 2017 6:47 pm
[ February 5, 2017 - Castle on the Hill/Don't Stop Believin] Upon her initial arrival that day she'd thought to spend more time in the courtyard, but it was far too quiet for her tastes. The silence left too much room for memories to drift-- too much room for feelings to linger. If she stayed in the courtyard she would just wind up thinking of Celsus. Fritz. The alternative had left her delving further into the castle, roaming until her path was blocked by another stubborn door on old, rusted hinges. She rummaged through the pack she'd brought with her, drawing out a the can of WD-40 that she'd brought along with her. It likely wouldn't do much, given how long the hinges had been left to rot, but that feeling that she was at least trying before knocking the door down... It counted for something, didn't it? She sprayed the hinges, setting the can down in order to grab a cloth to worth the substance into the places she couldn't quite get to with the spray nozzle. After letting it sink in for a moment or two she tried again, still meeting with enough frustrating resistance to warrant a bit of force. Dust danced through the light spilling into the room thanks to tattered window coverings and a curtain rod broken and hanging crooked. She entered the room slowly, surrounded by a feeling of familiarity so strong it was like seeing her cousin power up to Sailor Arsinoe in front of her. She'd been here before. She knew this room, but... She shook her head, chasing the thought from her mind as she took another step, crossing the room to the window. Her pack was set down on the floor as she set about pulling the tattered curtains down, flooding the room with light so that she could properly see. Better to see with her eyes than to let everything continue to cast shadows-- better to know than to keep imagining something familiar. The room that she had discovered had obviously been someone's chambers at one point in time. . Mine. It was mine. The softly insistent voice was hers, yet not hers. Young. Small. A child's voice... "Tell me a story, Mamae? Please? Just one small story before bed?" The raven haired youth sat on her knees on the edge of the bed, practically swimming in a nightgown that was a size or two too large but neatly laced up to the neck. She was bouncing slightly, filled with energy despite the late hour that was implied in the idea of 'bed time'.
"It is never just a small story with you, Aldara." Warm, fond laughter floated towards her from across the room, followed by a woman in the regal dress of their people. "But, if you promise to sit still while I brush the wild tangles from your hair I will tell you a story before bed-- but just one this time." Her hand came up to smooth fingers over her hair as though she could feel the comb that had been gently tugged through the child's hair. She'd gone swimming in the brook that day, something she hadn't told her mother about, her hair drying wild and free as she'd raced across the grass afterwards on the back of her trusty pony. She wasn't allowed to swim in the brook-- not alone, at least. Of course, she hadn't really been alone. Azi had been there. "But a pony isn't going to know to save you if you do something foolish." Saying it aloud she sounded like... Stars. She sounded like the girls' mother-- her own mother? She could feel a headache brewing behind her eyes and later she'd likely blame it on the dust as opposed to overthinking everything. Later, of course, and not now. Right now she was going to see what else she could unearth in this room. Her room. [Word Count: 644]
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Posted: Thu Jun 22, 2017 6:48 pm
[ February 12, 2017 - Dark Horse] She arrived on Corvus to the sound of thunder rumbling in the distance. It was a first-- experiencing weather on her home world, at least. So little was known about the Senshi worlds and what similarities could be drawn between their weather patterns and what sort of an effect it had on the world itself. Plants grew, clearly, so there had to be a water source. "Why not rain?" She shifted the pack on her back, heading for the chambers she'd discovered during her last visit. The room was just as she'd left it, with only a bit of debris from the outside blown in through the window that she had left open in order to air out the room-- not that the shutters would have done much to keep anything out had she closed them. Her castle, her home, needed so much work and there wasn't much that she was skilled enough to do on her own. Clouds rolled in the distance, the storm moving fast and carrying the sounds closer. The rain started soon in large, steady drops. Pit pat, pit pat. Pitter pat, pitter pat, building up until the drops became a full downpour, wind blowing, lightning crashing and thunder rumbling. The storm called to her as it raged, pulling at her soul and tempting her to join it. Were she in the courtyard she could stand in the rain, arms stretched on either side of her and head tilted towards the fall. It was tempting to race down the stairs to do just that, but there was something holding her right where she was instead. At one point there had been a ledge against the window-- a seat with plush pillows at just the right level for resting ones arms against the windowsill, nose pressed to the glass panel as rain pounded against it. She-- She had no idea how she knew that and the revelation startled her. Lightning flashed and for a brief moment she could see two versions of the room surrounding her, one overlapping the other and making it difficult to tell what was real and what was nothing more than a figment of her imagination. The storm had brought with it ghosts of the past; things that the Senshi of Vengeance was not sure that she was ready to face. No, to call them ghosts wasn't quite right. Murmurs? Echoes? Shadows of what had been. Illusions. Another flash of lightning followed by a crack and rumble chased the shadows away leaving her with the chambers as they were now and only a trace of memory as to what they had been before. If she could convince herself to tap into her savings again, or any of the trust that had been set aside for her with her grandmother's passing, she would have to find a way to put funds into restoring the castle further.... Was it even possible to transport things like mattresses and beds to space? "I suppose we will find out sometime, won't we...." She murmured to herself, and to any other wayward soul that might be listening, sliding down against the wall to sit back and watch the storm. [Word Count: 530]
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Posted: Sat Jun 24, 2017 9:01 pm
[ February 26, 2017 - Bring Me to Life] This visit was less one of exploration and more one of escape. Something about sitting alone in her apartment that afternoon had felt so suffocating. It was almost enough to make her skin crawl. Luc was busy-- another Sunday photo assignment, likely a wedding. Talking to Arin wasn't likely to help, especially as she was fairly certain that something had been mentioned about Knight things-- or Mag Mell, at least, whether it be the Knight or the Wonder. Fiona? She could talk to her, certainly. They were partners in all of this. She was supposed to be able to talk to the other young woman about everything and yet... And yet she was here on Corvus alone. The exploration of Corvus was going well-- better than she had expected, she had to admit. Of course, she would also admit that she wasn't sure what she should have expected, or how things should be progressing. There was still an entire land out there, somewhere, and yet she'd limited herself to the castle.... Why? "Because this is home." Or at least it had been at one point in time, she silently reminded herself. This place had been home to the Sailor Corvus of the past-- a child, from what she had gleaned so far. Bits and pieces of broken memory, fragments of forgotten dreams. Had any of it been real? How on earth was she supposed to know? "You aren't on Earth anymore. You shouldn't be asking that," she muttered to herself with the slightest trace of bitterness. Distance couldn't easily be measured in miles when it came to how far away she was from everything and every one she held dear now. As she climbed the stairs leading to the ramparts, the wind picking up to whip the tails of her ribbons out behind her, all she could think of was that distance; better to think of that than to think of how far down it would be should she fall, she supposed. It had been years since the thought of falling that far had crossed her mind. Once or twice, in her darkest moments, she had thought of all of the ways that there were to fall. At one point she had even considered the darkest of those paths: the fall from Order into Chaos. On dreary, desperate nights when she could feel herself settling into despair again she called to mind what it had felt like to have a hand buried in her chest, fingers wrapped around the core of who she was, the essence of her being. Her starseed had been so fragile, so delicate... It wouldn't have taken much at that point in her life, to nudge her over the edge. Just an ounce of Chaos and she would have cracked, letting the darkness overwhelm her. The General King had been so close. Someone had cared enough to stop him, to stop her. Someone had fought to wake her up-- to bring her back to life. The least she could do, the very least, was to honor that now by fighting her way forward and pushing herself to a different kind of edge. Whatever it took, she was going to see to it that, through her, the world of Corvus had the chance to live again. [Word Count: 548]
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Posted: Sun Sep 17, 2017 3:46 pm
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