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Posted: Wed Nov 01, 2017 5:19 pm
She'd found them, her boys. Whatever else was going on, at least she had them with her, and they'd make it through this together. Sidney would find himself with an arm full of the leggy Mist trainee before she'd drawn back from him again, grinning at both him and Zane. "Now we stick together, oui?" They were stronger together.
Except...that wasn't how things worked in dreams, and certainly not in the sort of crazy dreams that seemed to plague the hunters of Deus. She'd blink as the lights came up, squinting against the sudden brightness before glancing towards the door they'd been by. Smaller now, so much smaller than it had been, wasn't it? And there were walls around them now, a ceiling with criss crossing beams of wood. A floor beneath their feet and, and...
Her hand slid away from Zane's, away from Sid, and the recognition faded from amber eyes as she looked from one of them to the other. "Who..." am I?
She didn't know, she didn't. Know.
Crunch.
Crystals underfoot, and Soleil crouched down, reached out to touch one.
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Stevenia Satisfaction The screaming had stopped. Blood dripped from her clawed hands, still warm, still fresh. “Perfect,’ she said. Finally, something had gone right.
She gasped, and her fingers closed around the crystal hard enough for the pointed edges to dig into her palm. What was that! It felt...it felt good. Brought a cold smile to full lips as she stared down at her hands, the crystal resting in palm.
Was this who she was?
"Perfect."
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gaia_starNAME OF MY CHARACTER: Soleil (calling herself End) WHAT DO THEY LOOK LIKE: Tall and leggy, with tanned skin, amber eyes, and dark hair streaked through with blues, purples, and pinks.
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Left it a little vague, and will happily edit as needed later if need be <3
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Saliru generated a random number between
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Posted: Wed Nov 01, 2017 5:24 pm
(( Melody ))
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Saliru
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Posted: Wed Nov 01, 2017 5:26 pm
(( Al ))
kuropeco generated a random number between
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Posted: Wed Nov 01, 2017 5:31 pm
[ October ]
He's being reprimanded. Or maybe he's the one doing the reprimanding, it's difficult to tell. All he knows is that the frustration is welling up more and more with every breath, and his brother (he has a brother?) isn't doing anything to alleviate the situation, or to help himself, or anything -
He feels too small and too helpless to do anything.
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FRUSTRATION: "Brother. You must learn to relax! Sometimes I worry about you. You need not be so intent on your work -- yes, yes, I know you are the eldest child, but our parents do not expect either of us to carry on the family business, goodness...
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Posted: Wed Nov 01, 2017 5:32 pm
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Posted: Wed Nov 01, 2017 5:34 pm
Kade has a snippet of Seren's memory but thinks his name is Wolf.
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DREAMS: Her teacher had given her a book on the stars to read today, and said she could take it home, and bring it back when she was done. She had learned what astronomers were today, too, and she was excited. She was sitting out under the stars, with a little flashlight she'd taped red construction paper over, trying to not make her night vision bad, like the book said to do. Well, it said red film, but this was what she had. She could kind of read the book, and she could see the stars... She knew, then and there, she wanted to be an astronomer. She could see it in her future.
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Posted: Wed Nov 01, 2017 5:36 pm
Kade has a snippet of Nash's memory but thinks his name is Wolf.
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DISGUST
A shout, a yell. A redheaded boy with blistering green eyes that blazed a path of savage dislike, staring down at Nash on the floor of the cafeteria, wiping blood from his nose. "You're just a ********' girl, and your parents are sluts, everyone knows that!"
"Boys don't wear skirts. Boys don't wear makeup. Boys don't like other boys."
He is confident in himself. He's built layers of learning to like himself, spent years reminding himself that he is who he is and no one can change that, and he doesn't want to change that. He's stopped being self conscious about what he wears, what he does. He lives how he wants to live.
His walls are crumbling.
Why can't he just be h i m s e l f - why does he always get this thrown back into his face, why do people take what he is and try and twist it and contort it into something wrong?
He just wants -
Footsteps. October's voice, level and cool from behind him.
"Sorry, did you say something about my little brother?"
kuropeco generated a random number between
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Posted: Wed Nov 01, 2017 5:41 pm
[ October ]
He wants them so much it hurts, so much it feels like his heart is starting to beat its way out of his chest. He is drowning in sensation; it overtakes him, curling through him like warmth, like the taste of hot cocoa on a cold day, like the scent of a bonfire in summer, like the feeling of water lapping against his ankles as he treads across the beach. Comforting, soothing, wonderful, and everything he's ever needed or wanted.
He needs to find them again. They have to be here, somewhere.
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ANTICIPATION Noah's voice got louder and louder. Al's eyes were squeezed shut. He couldn't believe this was happening. He couldn't believe he chose him. He wanted someone to pinch him. He'd been waiting for more than a year for this. It was well worth the wait. He could feel his smile growing and beaming as he asked in reply to Noah's soft murmurs, "Mine?"
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Posted: Wed Nov 01, 2017 5:47 pm
This feels off. Everything seems wrong. She looks around, desperate to find someone with information, and grabs the nearest person before they can leave.
"WAIT. Who are you? Do you know me? Tell me something!"
Out of the corner of her eye, she sees another hand snake across the wall, holding a crystal, and she tries to turn away, but it's too late.
She feels the hard brick wall and sees the curling smoke drifting ever upwards. She is alive now, she's wanted now, but she knows that later all she will be is alone.
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LONELINESS: Anonymity was his form of defense, but in the long run, it probably hurt more than it helped. In the heat of the moment, pressed up against exposed brick with a hand driving the hem of his shirt slowly upward, with the taste of cigarette smoke and someone else's lips still distracting him, Ever felt better. He felt human, and noticed. He felt real, when he so rarely did otherwise. Later, though, as he hauled himself away to find somewhere to sleep, the memory soaked in and warped by cheap alcohol, it would only leave him hollow and alone.
Current status: - In love with a human (Kyle) - Desperately lonely (Ever)
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Posted: Wed Nov 01, 2017 5:55 pm
Someone waved at him, which made Ever hesitate just a moment -- uncertain, slightly uncomfortable -- his own hand waved toward Soleil in a vague wave in return. Behind him, though, the door was shrinking, down to knee height, down to nothing, and before he could approach the group his attention was turned downward to look at it.
Around him, the room shifted and moved. Things rearranged and resettled, windows to let in -- light? He frowned at the space, and then down at his own hands as he tried to remember who he was, what this all meant, and even as he had the thought something else filtered in:
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FRUSTRATION: "Brother. You must learn to relax! Sometimes I worry about you. You need not be so intent on your work -- yes, yes, I know you are the eldest child, but our parents do not expect either of us to carry on the family business, goodness..."
It resonated. It felt right. He had a brother, he was sure of that, and there was a family business, and someone was meant to follow it -- but -- something about it was wrong as well. He frowned down at his hands again, and made a small sound in the back of his throat.
The voice was wrong; his deeper...
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gaia_starNAME OF MY CHARACTER: Ever Ambrodiel WHAT DO THEY LOOK LIKE: Tall, skinny, fair-haired, dark-eyed hunter with a big nose and slightly ratty clothing
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Posted: Wed Nov 01, 2017 5:58 pm
Vash's door grew in front of him; it towered over him, made his heart pound, made him wonder for a moment if he was shrinking, instead. With his mouth dry and his eyes flashing around the room for some point of origin to stead himself, he forgot who he was.
He forgot why he was here.
He was alone, licking his lips with a sense of horrible fear, and then something else filled his mind instead.
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FAMILY: The darkness was consumed by the light. The bright yellow sun warmed him from it's position high in the sky. He was on a lawn chair with his mother by the edge of the pool. She smelled faintly of expensive perfume and chlorine as she tried to put a french braid in his hair at his request. He felt a flutter of excitement.
Slowly, he breathed out, clung to the memory of a mother who had loved him, who'd combed fingers through his hair and the sunlight that had turned both their hair to gold.
At least, his hair was gold. Something about that jarred the memory out of sync, and it became a struggle to cling to it, and to make it his own. But he tried, and it left hat tension in his chest a bit looser.
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gaia_starNAME OF MY CHARACTER: Vasily (Vash) Markov WHAT DO THEY LOOK LIKE: Average height with a mane of blond hair, a pretty face, an eclectic and somewhat artsy style of dressing, and a permanent frown on his face.
kuropeco generated a random number between
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Posted: Wed Nov 01, 2017 5:59 pm
[ November ]
He looks up at the man beside him, feels the arm tightening around his waist and for a moment feels a sense of reassurance and warmth. It's a comfort, a familiar thing, hand heavy on his hip, keeping him safe and with someone who...someone who...
He doesn't remember.
He doesn't remember anything.
No, wait, that's a lie. He remembers being beside someone he feels comfortable with, someone he wants, someone...who is making him feel as though he has no where to go from here. Why is it that he's struggling as hard as he is?
It doesn't make sense. It's frustrating.
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GOALS They were laying awake in bed, staring at the ceiling as they talked in the silent twilight hours. Noah had his garden and his experiments and Al couldn't help but feel jealous. Noah already knew what to do with his new found life on Deus. Often, Al found himself still just trying to settle into any kind of routine. An actual goal to accomplish felt far out of his reach.
its_ p a o generated a random number between
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Posted: Wed Nov 01, 2017 6:05 pm
He was about to respond when he finally noticed the door again, and he squinted a bit out of confusion as it looked...smaller...than he last remembered. It had been normal earlier, but now it was shrinking, shrinking...
"What the ********?" he murmured, squeezing Seren's hand subconsciously, as though it would ground him back into reality. The only problem with that thinking was that this was a dream, so reality was about as far off as it could possibly be.
Before he knew it he was inside a cabin, the space bright but somehow something just felt off about it. The beams, for one, didn't look like they were connected properly, or that they were even all the same size. He wasn't sure what to make of the rest of the place either, so he held his tongue and just looked around until the door finally caught his attention again. And it did only because it started talking, and although he had absolutely no idea what he was supposed to do with what it said he listened anyway. Until it finished speaking and suddenly...his mind was blank. No memories, not even his name...
Still, he held onto someone's hand as he watched tendrils reach out and start to gather crystals that had come from nowhere. The ceiling, maybe? He hadn't been paying attention. But when the tendrils held out the crystals to him he draw closer and reached out to grab one...
Memory
HOPE: "One day, 'tay, I'm gonna have at least three kids! All daughters!" The determination in her voice was so strong it could have bent steel. Her father could only stare at her before calling to her mother, "Mara, come here and remind your child she's still ten years old."
So he'd wanted children, huh? From a young age...the memory brought a little bit of a smile to his face as he pondered on the idea before looking on at the tendrils, wondering which of his memories to reach for next.
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its_ p a o
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Posted: Wed Nov 01, 2017 6:07 pm
He reached for another after some time, wondering which memory it would be.
Memory
REGRET: Her hand closed over the artifact and the world imploded. Why had she touched it? Why did she feel she needed it? Why didn't she just put it back?
His frown was deep and again he squeezed the hand he was holding, not even for a second wonder who it belonged to or why he'd been holding it. It was comforting, really, especially now that his memory filled him with such regret...it wordlessly gave him some form of encouragement that everything would be fine. That this regret was just a memory now, and he'd since moved forward...
