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 Posted: Sun Dec 31, 2006 12:30 am
 Art © [Dg]
Concept © [Dg]This journal is Private and you may only post in it with Disinclined's permission. If you don't have said persmission then don't post here. Do not ask Disinclined to sell or give you this kid because it is NOT for sale. If you want one PM [Dg] Assigned: 12/31/06 Name: Surus & Shiyeska Gender: Male & Female(respectively) Guardian: Lulina (Disinclined) Power: Lust-War & Death(respectively)
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Posted: Fri Jan 05, 2007 11:35 am
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Posted: Fri Jan 05, 2007 11:37 am
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Posted: Fri Jan 05, 2007 11:38 am
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Posted: Fri Jan 05, 2007 11:40 am
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Posted: Fri Jan 05, 2007 11:45 am
.a story of lust and war.
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Posted: Fri Jan 05, 2007 11:46 am
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Posted: Fri Jan 05, 2007 11:48 am
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Posted: Fri Jan 05, 2007 11:49 am
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Posted: Fri Jan 05, 2007 11:50 am
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Posted: Fri Jan 05, 2007 11:52 am
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Posted: Fri Jan 05, 2007 12:14 pm
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Posted: Fri Jan 12, 2007 6:45 pm
.a flash of light.
Lulina wasn't sure why she'd shown up at the party in the first place. It was nothing spectacular, just a bunch of neighbors she didn't know, or care to get to know, exploiting the luxuries of their host. Must be nice, she thought with a sigh, to be so rich. It was obvious that the Kellingtons had money, almost as obvious as her wardrobe compared to the others.
Lulina lived a comfortable life, though if she ever lost her Librarian status, god only knew what she'd do. Compared to some of her neighbors, if money talked, than Lulina was close to mute. But money wasn't everything, or so she'd been told. It just helped. . . a lot.
Still, regardless of the strangers around her, the woman decided she'd better make the most of her time. So what if the reasons she'd been invited had been entirely questionable - the wind mage wasn't sure whether or not the invitation had been sent by mistake, pity, or Mr. Riley had more than neighborly intentions with her in mind - what mattered was she had faked a smile, and entered the neighborhood party.
The scent of booze was in the air near the pool, an open bar both inside and out. Clouds were slowly starting to roll in overhead, their shadows drifting nonchalantly over each of the party members. Instinct told her rain was on the way, but Lulina knew that wouldn't stop the party. There was more than enough room for the drunken, braggart guests to move inside without too much discomfort. And indoor pool and sauna were in the basement, so as far as the guests were concerned, let the sky open up and rain pour.
For now, though, the sun was shining and the girl was going to make the most of it. Making her way back to her seat, she ignored the crowds around her. It was fun to play lone wolf amongst the materialistic sheep - she was an outcast upon this occassion, but such was the way of things. Drink in hand, she scurried past the crowds near the pool, doing her best not to get splashed by the buzzed and drunken fools.
Spirits watched over the woman as she scurried. These spirits had been given powers a while before. The power to know when a guardian's soul was aligned to be bonded with the ghost of the god that they would raise. And they also had been given the power to alter her reality to cause her death-a death which would link her to the spirit realm so she could bond with this god-and then give her back her life. But they could not work their magic with all of these people around. They had to draw her away. Millions of ghostly hands pulled upon her reality, pulling her away from the party and towards her death.
Perhaps it was the wind that spoke to her, perhaps it was the booze. It wasn't easy for the girl to go, but the party started to become less and less appealing. The clouds that were moving in were starting to grow more and more bleak, threatening the outside guests with a few rumbles of thunder. More and more people were moving indoors, migrating to safer havens. A flash, sharp and quick, along with a few deterring sprinkles.
The storm was fast approaching. . . but Lulina didn't want to leave.
The wind was picking up, and if there was something the woman loved it was the wind. The beauty of its gentle breezes, caressing her hair, wrapping itself around her in an intimate hug. The wind was her one love, the only thing she could depend upon. And for now, it spoke of her to stay. To linger on, to wait. If she couldn't be tugged upon to leave, then everyone else could be urged to exit.
The last of the sun was covered, while the sprinkles of rain turned in to more tangible drops. The wind mage, still sedate in her place upon the sun chair, looked up at the glowering storm. It was so close. . the anger . . the hatred . . she could feel it. Nature would not be sedate this afternoon, and today Lulina wanted to embrace it.
The storm drew close, and Lulina rose. The water droplets danced upon the now empty pool, leaving rippling trails in their wake. The wind picked up, knocking over a few empty beer bottles and glasses. Music could be heard from indoors, but no one noticed Lulina outside.
She wanted to enjoy the storm, listen to its song. It would revitalize her spirit, something no amount of friends or alcohol could achieve.
But the spirits, wanting to get their job done quickly chose to use her storm against her. Lightening shot from the sky as thunder crashed. And it masked the final sounds of the woman as she watched the storm. Those inside never saw her body vanish as it was drawn to another place. Only the spirits and Lulina would ever know.
Soul and body separated, as they often did when one died. But the body was repaired, through magic that the spirits had been granted. And this repaired yet soulless-lifeless-body was placed upon the bridge of the Samadueanna. There were ready beds for new guardians-as this was becoming a frequent thing-so the body was rushed to them-bearing a relic around her neck.
Meanwhile the spirit was allowed to float near to the souls of the Tison gods that had passed on. The process usually allowed for one god to take hold of the soul, bonding with it, and for it to leave and use the relic as a host. But strangely two spirits wanted to bond with Lulina's soul-as it was perfect for the both of them. A second relic appeared magically around her neck as she reentered her body, the two god's souls joining slightly to share the relics as hosts. And with that the woman was allowed to wake, and meet the captain of the ship who would explain what had just happened.
It happened in a flash (no pun intended). Her beloved storm, the whispers of the wind, had lead her down a path she'd never imagined. She couldn't say her winds lied to her, their whispers of sweet regeneration twisted in to something anew, but this wasn't the sort of thing that happened.
Lightning ripped her body to shreds, sliced the chain of life and death in two. Where one ended, the other could begin, and for now Lulina had a new beginning. It wasn't how the woman ever expected death to feel, not that she'd ever mulled much over the theory. Death was something personal, something intimate. Some described it as a gentle experience, much like slipping in to a warm bath. This death - so electrifying as it was - didn't leave room for more than pain. Pain, and then peace, a nothingness she'd never experienced before.
The sensation lasted only a moment. A moment Lulina hadn't time to cherish, to recollect, or even think upon. As her soul and body met a second time, the woman thought of nothing. The experience, the sensation, felt like a nightmare, an awful waking dream. The sensation of electricity enveloping her body, her heart going in to arrest, the scent of burning cloth . . As she awoke on the bed of the ship, the woman couldn't help but tremble. Sitting straight up, as if she were in her own bed, the woman stared at the world around her.
Where . . where was she? Her mind, so estranged by the war between life and death, tried so very hard to defined the experience. Where was the rain? The storm? The three story house? Where were the party guests, the awful music, the booze? Where was the chlorinated pool? Where . . . where was *she*?
Wrapping her arms tight about herself, eyes as wide as a deer caught in headlights, the woman shook. What a horrible, horrible nightmare and yet . . . she hadn't a clue where she was.
Certainly not at a party, and certainly not at home.
Caught within a moments fear, Lulina hadn't the first idea what to do. Her body might be healed, but her mind was still warring between life, death, and her current situation.
Rouge Remika, captain of the ship, entered the room. This woman seemed rather upset and from her death-which from the information that appeared on there computer had been a traumatic one-and Rouge deemed that now was not the time to tell her she'd be caring for a baby-or rather babies, Rouge thought, catching sight of the two relics-that would one day save some universe she didn't know about.
"Glad to see you're awake at least. Do you need something to drink?" the blonde asked.
"D-d-drink?" The word was repeated dumbly, her eyes instantly turning on Rouge. Woman. Female. Ghost? No - Living - yes? Her mind was so overwhelmed that she could only see Rogue and . . . rejoice.
It was a woman~! Someone she could relate to, someone with hair, with flesh, with eyes, with a voice. That was something she could relate to - humanity, along with drink.
Drink. Liquid refreshment. Beverage. Alcohol.
Drink. Was that what had caused her to collapse? Had she managed to get herself so drunk she only imagined being hit by lightning? Her hair scalded off? Her capillaries and nerves being destroyed as thousands of volts rocked her shell to its bloody core?
The smell of burnt made her want to gag, even the mere memory of it.
Her skin crawled from the thought . . . and yet, a hand was quickly placed to her head. She did have hair. Oh blessed, blessed day!
"Drink. Yes. W-water. . . please." Her mind was slowly starting to settle - the keyword being slowly. Her mouth felt incredibly parched the more she thought about it, the more dehydration seemed like a good thing.
"Where - - where am I?" Her voice cracked, the anxiety in her voice present. She was used to strange things - she lived on Gaia for petes sake! Her neighbors consisted of dragons, undead, ogres, and ghosts. Even she dabbled with the winds and those that ran with them - but this entire situation seemed ludicrous.
This sure as hell wasn't a nightmare, and it sure as hell wasn't a hospital.
You're on a spaceship." Rouge said, walking over to a wall. Something that looked sort of like a mini fridge in a wall compartment opened when she pushed some buttons and in it-a tall glass of ice cold H2O.
Rouge walked back over to the woman and handed her the drink. "You are on a spaceship and your life is sadly going to change forever." the woman said.
Lulina's fingers wrapped around that blessedly cold drink, and yet she hadn't the heart to bring it to her lips. Her fingers felt the cold against the glass, the material keeping the water at bay, the icyness from numbing her finger tips. Cold was good - heat bad.
At least, this was her current mindset.
" . . . sadly going to change . . . ?" Oh no. Oh gods, a spaceship and now what? Sadly!?! What were they going to do to her? What was . .
Now wait. One. Minute. Logic, her dearest friend, smacked back to her. The shock was still present, but the hysteria was slowly leaving. Spaceship? Changing? Swallowing the lump in her throat, Lulina did the first thing she could think of . . .
Sip the water.
It was good, refreshing, and tasted just as water tasted. Not bad!
Well, something was sadly going to change, so . . . she might as well deal with it. So long as she didn't have to go through . . well. . . whatever the hell had happened to her at the party! No more Amaretto Stone Sours for her - not in a nice long while.
"So hit me - what is it?"
Was she confused? Yes.
Did she want to know who she was talking to? Yes.
Did she want to know how she went from party to ship? of course!
But if something was going to happen, she wnated to know nad she wanted to know now. Lulina could always get details later.
"You're going to be the guardian of two deities from another universe. Well reborn deities but still deities. Which can get a bit complicated if you think about it." Rouge told her.
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Posted: Tue Apr 10, 2007 8:20 pm
.deities of the universe?.
So where does one go from here? The woman reached up and touched the necklace that wrapped around her neck. She felt the heart, as well as the scythe. The wind mage, still a bit shocked at the turn of events in her life, rolled over on the cot.
Lulina still didn't quite understand what was going on. One moment she'd been feeling left out of a party, then ext she was dead, and then even further she was being called to take care of deities! DEITIES!
Junior college sure hadn't taught them about that. And all of the books of her library couldn't define the sensation one felt after heraing such news.
Two deities. . . . As if one wasn't hard enough!
Still, logic faught with passion. They were gods reborn, or something along such lines. Gods of what though? The scythe and heart weren't too reassuring. . . .perhaps it would do her some good to question her initial captors? They should know, considering they understood everything else!
Still, Lulina had to wonder if she were prepared for such a task. What was a god reborn like, anyway? From what she understood there were others, but every child (and every god, she imagined) was different. Still, at least this meant that she had support and sympathy and the knowledge of others to embrace her.
At least she wasn't doing this alone.
But children. . .? Her? How was she going to manage? Well, rather, she would manage. No child would ever be turned away from her home! And yet . . . . gods? Would she have to treat them differently? They'd need a place to sleep, a place to stay. Love, affection, attention, education. . The lists went on and on. Could Lulina even afford two children? Her library job hardly kept her fed, much less two additional mouths.
. . . well, she'd make do, one way or anothe.r She always did know how to manage. And she wasn't completely alone - she had the wind to whisper secrets, to guide her direction through life.
Perhaps the two around her neck, the symbols of what was to come would someday respect the wind.
If this was her direction, then so be it. But that didn't mean Lulina couldn't question it.
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