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 Posted: Sat Oct 28, 2023 1:05 pm
Quote: Equivalent Exchange ( 18 ) - It seems as though this place has been forgotten by the world for a long time, and those laid to rest here were forgotten along with it. Some graves have been given small, strange little gifts, and some have flowers that are old and withered. There are many graves that have nothing. If you bring a gift down to the graves, you will be filled with a soft warmth, and it feels as though your worries are lifted. The sensation follows you home, and when you sleep that night, you have pleasant, safe dreams. When you awaken, you will find some sort of strange gift next to your bed–a dried flower, a string of beads, a small charm–something strange and dated. It is not often something of value, but there is a warmth in the object. It feels like a gift given with love.
That was usually enough to placate her. This long without a response, after she had started getting sick? It was too much to worry about. Why had Wezen even gone out, when she was not feeling well? Sinistra had already reached out to Camelot, who assured her that he and Carlisle would take to the streets to look for her. He even said his friend would help, which was generally code for Painite. She must have been visiting with him at the time.
Still, even knowing a Royal Knight, a Knight, and a fairly friendly General were out there looking for Wezen was not enough to calm her. She needed to be the one to find her, to make sure she was okay. She felt like she had failed, somehow, by taking her eyes off of her while she was cooking dinner.
She had to remind herself that Wezen was not a child, but rather a fully grown alien that had been alive longer than Sinistra could really comprehend. Even so, she was so new to this planet, and to everything around her, that Sinistra knew she would be a danger to herself. Plus, with her powers, she could accidentally hurt someone else.
The cemetery was not her favorite place to be, but she did think it was some place that Wezen might wander to on instinct. She was the senshi of Haunting, after all, and even if she was not from Earth she did still seem to have a natural affinity to all things spooky. They had not come here together before, but Wezen had mentioned visiting before, much to Sinistra's disapproval. Now, it was the only place left that she could think to look in her anxious state.
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Posted: Mon Oct 30, 2023 11:32 am
Death was always looming over the DeLuna family. Yet they were lucky, somehow escaping deadly situations time and time again. From near incurable sicknesses, to Negaverse shenanigans, to simply a broken heart that made one lose the will to live, time and time again they managed to only just avoid death.
In a way, Anxo was grateful for that. It meant his family didn't fall apart at the drop of a hat.
But it also meant that they had the confidence to do things they shouldn't.
One of those moments was right now, as he snuck into the new Grave yard that suddenly appeared over night under the city.
Why was he here? Well, simply put he was curious about these forgotten souls whom death had claimed. Some early, some just in time. Yet each of them had been forgotten under the city. A cruel sort of fate, even for the most wicked.
He had always been a kind sort of soul, even now on his hip was a giant basket of marigold garlands ready for decorating with. Some were draped neatly over a singular grave, others were tied around a few all at once, as if binding a family together. This was the least he could do for the many forgotten who laid to rest here.
His little walk of flowers was suddenly stopped as he came to face someone looking quite... Off. Curious. They seemed almost a wispy sort, and while instinct told him to mind his own business especially at night in this city, but... He couldn't stop himself.
"Miss... Are you alright?"
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Posted: Sun Mar 03, 2024 1:43 pm
Sinistra nearly jumped out of her straw-lined skirt, turning around and half expecting a rather polite zombie to be climbing out of a grave behind her. It immediately registered that this was a very stupid thing to be afraid of, and she looked at the stranger in embarrassment for a long, stunned moment.
No flesh falling off, no signs of a desire for brains. Not a zombie. Not even a ghost. Just a concerned person, asking her a very reasonable question. She shuddered, shaking her head.
"Uhm. No. I mean. Yes. Yes, I'm fine, but not... my friend, you see, she's gone missing, and I'm trying to find her. She shouldn't be wandering around on her own, and I'm very worried for her. I'm sorry, I'm talking too fast. I do that when I'm nervous, I suppose. Not that I'm scared or anything! I'm just. Worried. Very worried."
Sinistra looked increasingly embarrassed and stressed with every word that fell out of her mouth, but she did not seem to have any control over it. Even she looked relieved when she stopped talking, taking a very deep breath to refill straining lungs. She silently ordered herself to calm down, offering as polite and warm a smile as she could manage. With her soft features and kind eyes, it was easy enough.
"Th-thank you for asking."
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