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Posted: Mon Dec 03, 2018 10:58 pm
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 𝕸𝖆𝖗𝖎𝖆 - ℭ.𝔐.ＸＸＶＩ ↞⋇↞⋇↞⋇↞⋇↞⋇↞⋇↞⋇ "𝒯𝒽𝑒 𝒷𝓊𝓇𝒹𝑒𝓃 𝑜𝒻 𝓁𝒾𝒻𝑒
𝐼𝓈 𝑜𝓋𝑒𝓇𝓌𝒽𝑒𝓁𝓂𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝓉𝑜
𝒯𝒽𝑒 𝓌𝑒𝒶𝓀𝑒𝓇 𝓉𝒽𝒾𝓃𝓀𝑒𝓇𝓈
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𝒯𝑜 𝑜𝓊𝓇 𝑜𝓌𝓃 𝒹𝑒𝒶𝓉𝒽
𝒲𝑒 𝑜𝓇𝑔𝒶𝓃𝒾𝓏𝑒 𝑒𝓋𝑒𝓇𝓎𝓉𝒽𝒾𝓃𝑔
𝒪𝓊𝓇 𝑜𝓌𝓃 𝒸𝒶𝓇𝑒𝓉𝒶𝓀𝑒𝓇𝓈" ↞⋇↞⋇↞⋇↞⋇↞⋇↞⋇↞⋇ ↞⋇↞⋇↞⋇↞⋇↞⋇↞⋇ ↞⋇↞⋇↞⋇↞⋇↞⋇ ↞⋇↞⋇↞⋇↞⋇ ↞⋇↞⋇↞⋇
◭Swaying through the woods like a ghostly entity, heavy steps carried a peculiar figure slowly as its wandering eyes pulled in all of the details around, trying to find something special, something appealing. All seemed active and alive, overwhelmingly so, with light shining through mighty and imposing trees, and through the snow that fell from the skies with the burden of freezing the physical forms of so many little creatures. This area was a terrible land, where the brute and muscular tended to feast on the smaller existences, without a single care for how the same could happen to them at that very moment... A skinny hand carefully rose to her forehead, touching the skin lightly as a sigh escaped soft lips, twisted lightly downwards in a sad expression, eyebrows with their middle area pointed up as the digit pressed the space inbetween both. Those dainty eyes remained closed, the numbers counting up to ten as the saddening being tilted left and right on its mourningful path ahead. Snow piling on the shoulders, the cold shiver they sent brushed off with disdain as Maria seemingly ignored all the sensations, perhaps too mentally tired to acknowledge them in any way. It was too much effort to bother with something that has no mind to ponder how much it can hurt, and how frightening, and peaceful truly, is the death it can offer. It would take to the tenth number for the pale eyelids to open up and see the world once more, lowering the hand until it was left hanging at her side.
Striding with a clear weight to her pace, the woman wore long and well maintained robes that were an inch or two only from reaching the ground. Not even her fingers could be seen out of the long sleeves, protected within the fabric, much like the entire body with the exception of the head itself, so sadly observing the location, finding a morbid essence beneath all of that enchanting sight. The true nature of the green lot would make the air itself so dense, so putrid, it was an awful experience to the negative ones, and it would also be of that manner to the Celebrona if the emotional space within her wasn't so barren, devoid of joy besides that which she found delightful, twisted and abstract as that meant to her. With every step made, its body was wrapped tightly by the burden that it was to think, and progress, to defy the natural laws and survive, the stain made upon the planet, and how cursed it all was before the first humanoid thing ever came to be... It was all so much, so disgusting, and yet so mesmerizing, words couldn't rightfully describe the opinions made of this singular trip, but it was enough to grant comfort once a clearing was found, and that considerably small body made a seat out of a random spot inside the perimeter. Sitting down with legs crossed, those limbs could barely be noticed under all the layers of clothing those thick robes maintained over the physical frame, but the position of her back, and how the hair fell forward with a graceful movement, indicated the pose. With long sleeves placed on top of folded knees, hands hidden by the arm portions of those robes, it was like a true goddess of melancholy was there resting, watching and mourning, pondering eternally what each thing meant, in the sadistic scheme that consumed all that there was, is, and will be.◮
↞⋇↞⋇↞⋇ ↞⋇↞⋇↞⋇↞⋇↞⋇↞⋇↞⋇ ℑ𝔫𝔣𝔬𝔯𝔪𝔞𝔱𝔦𝔬𝔫 ↞⋇↞⋇↞⋇ 𝔗𝔥𝔢𝔪𝔢: 𝔐𝔢𝔩𝔞𝔫𝔠𝔥𝔬𝔩𝔶𝔚𝔦𝔱𝔥: Alone with nothing but the questions𝔗𝔥𝔬𝔲𝔤𝔥𝔱: "We are so foolish to fit the world to our comfort,
but is it so wrong?
All things do end in eternal rest..."𝔓𝔯𝔬𝔣𝔦𝔩𝔢: ℌ𝔢𝔯𝔢𝔒ℭℭ: |
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Enlightened Savagery Vice Captain
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Posted: Tue Dec 04, 2018 6:44 pm
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xxxx ＊ Astra Leonheart ＊xxxx
”Art washes away from the soul the dust of everyday life.” - Pablo Picasso
Residence: 207 Camdus District ┊Occupation: Art Dealer / Painter / Illustrator
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-- Enter --
Man... This place is getting colder as the festivities draw nearer. Good thing I'm wearing this jacket. I know this may be a good place for me to draw something, but it isn't like any other forest I have seen before.
The scarf that was wound around Astra's neck concealed her mouth, though her bare hands were feeling the icy chill of snow despite the long sweater she was wearing. It wasn't the same like the snowy winter she had felt back in Russia, when she was on the trip together with her adoptive parents. That one aside, the forest that was located within the mountain side was picturesque, though with the clouds concealing the sky, there was no light to amplify the hospitable atmosphere. The heels of her boots made dents on the ground, thus leaving behind fresh footprints for the others to notice. Liquid gold orbs were sweeping around, finding a suitable clearing to settle down to that she could start drawing with her sketchbook, the colored pencils being the medium that she would use.
No luck in here. I have to look even further...
She ventured on, though her ears were picking up the noises of the few animals that inhabited the place. As far as Astra knew, most of the creatures would be hiding inside their natural habitats, storing up food and falling into a deep sleep. But her gaze was then set on the female who was also there in the forest, meaning she was all alone. The meta-human blinked, curiosity getting the best of her as she took notice of the other woman's features, contemplating on her next step.
Either she likes being in the forest for a long time or just went there earlier unlike me. Her aura, though... it's shrouded in mystery. Should I ask her?
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Location: Mountain Forest
Mood: fascinated
Company: another woman
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Posted: Tue Dec 04, 2018 9:24 pm
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𝕸𝖆𝖗𝖎𝖆 - ℭ.𝔐.ＸＸＶＩ ↞⋇↞⋇↞⋇↞⋇↞⋇↞⋇↞⋇ "𝒯𝒽𝑒 𝒷𝓊𝓇𝒹𝑒𝓃 𝑜𝒻 𝓁𝒾𝒻𝑒
𝐼𝓈 𝑜𝓋𝑒𝓇𝓌𝒽𝑒𝓁𝓂𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝓉𝑜
𝒯𝒽𝑒 𝓌𝑒𝒶𝓀𝑒𝓇 𝓉𝒽𝒾𝓃𝓀𝑒𝓇𝓈
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𝒯𝑜 𝑜𝓊𝓇 𝑜𝓌𝓃 𝒹𝑒𝒶𝓉𝒽
𝒲𝑒 𝑜𝓇𝑔𝒶𝓃𝒾𝓏𝑒 𝑒𝓋𝑒𝓇𝓎𝓉𝒽𝒾𝓃𝑔
𝒪𝓊𝓇 𝑜𝓌𝓃 𝒸𝒶𝓇𝑒𝓉𝒶𝓀𝑒𝓇𝓈" ↞⋇↞⋇↞⋇↞⋇↞⋇↞⋇↞⋇ ↞⋇↞⋇↞⋇↞⋇↞⋇↞⋇ ↞⋇↞⋇↞⋇↞⋇↞⋇ ↞⋇↞⋇↞⋇↞⋇ ↞⋇↞⋇↞⋇
◭Bathing in the graceful air, cold and embracing those around with snow and shivers, the figure of a lonesome woman captured the eyes of another soul, one not as somber. Gently, the profound gaze, swirling life into a deep abyss, shifted to the new presence without another reaction, merely observing as the newcomer did the same. It was evident this other being carried equipment, and had orbs of a color so warm that it could shine through even the most horrid darkness. Still, there was the question of how long that flame would remain lit when facing the most putrid void, perhaps Maria would give this a taste of what is the overwhelming pressure of existing.
Slowly tilting her head to the side, the melancholic entity carefully held a hand out to the visitor of the woods, this a similarity between them. With the long, skinny and elegant fingers pointing at the direction of this tender soul ahead, Maria gave what could be described as the most soothing and relaxing smile, laced with a physical postured that exclamained comfort to those looking at her. Like a wingless angel, a soft voice reached out with a soft tone in a volume just intense enough to reach the ears of her new company. "Approach me... Lets offer words to drown this unique silence" With care, the fingers moved back and forth, calling in action the other one present before lowering the arm once again, leaving it in the same position as before. No more expression beyond was made as Maria waited for more to see.◮
↞⋇↞⋇↞⋇ ↞⋇↞⋇↞⋇↞⋇↞⋇↞⋇↞⋇ ℑ𝔫𝔣𝔬𝔯𝔪𝔞𝔱𝔦𝔬𝔫 ↞⋇↞⋇↞⋇ 𝔗𝔥𝔢𝔪𝔢: 𝔐𝔢𝔩𝔞𝔫𝔠𝔥𝔬𝔩𝔶𝔚𝔦𝔱𝔥: A unknown opportunity𝔗𝔥𝔬𝔲𝔤𝔥𝔱: "Come closer
let the words create
more feelings to foster"𝔓𝔯𝔬𝔣𝔦𝔩𝔢: ℌ𝔢𝔯𝔢𝔒ℭℭ: |
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Enlightened Savagery Vice Captain
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Posted: Wed Dec 05, 2018 6:36 pm
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xxxx ＊ Astra Leonheart ＊xxxx
”Art washes away from the soul the dust of everyday life.” - Pablo Picasso
Residence: 207 Camdus District ┊Occupation: Art Dealer / Painter / Illustrator
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The meta-human's contemplation time was cut short when the other woman noticed her, beckoning Astra to be with her as part of the company, at least for the time being. "E-eh? S-sure thing..." she whispered, feeling a bit too unsure. What a weirdo, but at least she's not that bad... she thought, before her feet led her to the spot beside the raven-haired woman and she sat down on it. She rummaged through her bag for the colored pencils since the sketchbook was now placed on her lap. She wasn't sure if the other woman was also into art, but at least Astra was chill as long as the complimentary wouldn't be too offensive. The few flakes of snow landed on top of her head as she gazed at the spot to be used as the subject for her current work.
Her head was picturing in the crucial details as she started working on the drawing, the lines being put into shape. The tip of her nose was close to touching the fabric of the scarf, eyebrows drawn in concentration. That was her expression when she was putting her heart and soul into something she was passionate about. The noises from the creatures far from the two were back, though still faint as before, and Astra raised her head again, noticing if there was the change from the scenery. There was none, sadly, which she wouldn't mind.
The female pulled down her scarf a bit, revealing lips that were slightly chapped from the cold. As she exhaled, the puff of air formed a translucent cloud that slowly dispersed, right before she resumed working after a short reprieve that lasted for only two seconds.
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Location: Mountain Forest
Mood: unsure, busy
Company: another woman
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Posted: Thu Dec 06, 2018 5:50 pm
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𝕸𝖆𝖗𝖎𝖆 - ℭ.𝔐.ＸＸＶＩ ↞⋇↞⋇↞⋇↞⋇↞⋇↞⋇↞⋇ "𝒯𝒽𝑒 𝒷𝓊𝓇𝒹𝑒𝓃 𝑜𝒻 𝓁𝒾𝒻𝑒
𝐼𝓈 𝑜𝓋𝑒𝓇𝓌𝒽𝑒𝓁𝓂𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝓉𝑜
𝒯𝒽𝑒 𝓌𝑒𝒶𝓀𝑒𝓇 𝓉𝒽𝒾𝓃𝓀𝑒𝓇𝓈
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𝒯𝑜 𝑜𝓊𝓇 𝑜𝓌𝓃 𝒹𝑒𝒶𝓉𝒽
𝒲𝑒 𝑜𝓇𝑔𝒶𝓃𝒾𝓏𝑒 𝑒𝓋𝑒𝓇𝓎𝓉𝒽𝒾𝓃𝑔
𝒪𝓊𝓇 𝑜𝓌𝓃 𝒸𝒶𝓇𝑒𝓉𝒶𝓀𝑒𝓇𝓈" ↞⋇↞⋇↞⋇↞⋇↞⋇↞⋇↞⋇ ↞⋇↞⋇↞⋇↞⋇↞⋇↞⋇ ↞⋇↞⋇↞⋇↞⋇↞⋇ ↞⋇↞⋇↞⋇↞⋇ ↞⋇↞⋇↞⋇
◭As the unknown female approached her presence with a somewhat suspicious mood, Maria kept the same expression and pose, to watch the one sitting down at her side with seconds only to spare before taking hold of all the materials required to indulge in her art making. Blue eyes, deep and somber, observed intently as the artist began her process, the chilling weight of the snow adorning that soft figure as the hands did their practice upon the scenery. Silently, the entity in robes observed its company in a relaxed manner with nothing but a light tilt to its side as the gaze aimed to get a better angle on what was being drawn so passionately. Like an admirer, Maria followed every action, every little twitch and curve made, even as the female in sight revealed those lips expose themselves for a moment, damaged by the cold and its shivering grasp. "Have you ever wondered for how long will your paintings live after your time? To compose what will become your immortality?" Staring off into the sky itself, peering into the vastness of unseen miracles and the sciences revolving all around it, the mysterious individual pondered out loud to the skillful artist when an opportunity was noticed.
Maria was, in a sense, an artist, though her 'arts' were seen, and braded, as a hellish work, pieces of damned ability that drove those near into swirling pits of charming agony. Paintings made, focused on the beauty of life, ended much like the ideas exposed by the halfling, twisted into painful visions and landscapes that sent chills down mortal spines. It was a pleasurable curse to have the knowledge, and to dabble in the very fabrics of one's living was a wisdom most welcomed. It was like a touch into what is vital to someone, and to understand their workings, was to absorb into herself their very essence, to bear their weight and experience the suffering that is both horrendous, and marvelous, impossible to describe. As those piercing orbs questioned the tundra heavens, the mind collected the curiosities and interests of all matters related to painting, drawing, and coloring, finding what better suited the scarf wearing being in her company.◮
↞⋇↞⋇↞⋇ ↞⋇↞⋇↞⋇↞⋇↞⋇↞⋇↞⋇ ℑ𝔫𝔣𝔬𝔯𝔪𝔞𝔱𝔦𝔬𝔫 ↞⋇↞⋇↞⋇ 𝔗𝔥𝔢𝔪𝔢: 𝔐𝔢𝔩𝔞𝔫𝔠𝔥𝔬𝔩𝔶𝔚𝔦𝔱𝔥: A unknown opportunity𝔗𝔥𝔬𝔲𝔤𝔥𝔱: "Live eternally
The products of your life
carrying on endlessly
all your regrets"𝔓𝔯𝔬𝔣𝔦𝔩𝔢: ℌ𝔢𝔯𝔢𝔒ℭℭ: |
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Enlightened Savagery Vice Captain
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Posted: Sat Dec 08, 2018 3:19 am
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xxxx ＊ Astra Leonheart ＊xxxx
”Art washes away from the soul the dust of everyday life.” - Pablo Picasso
Residence: 207 Camdus District ┊Occupation: Art Dealer / Painter / Illustrator
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Astra licked her lips slightly, though the saliva wouldn't help much to re-moisturize unless she would like to have a drink. It was a shame that she didn't bring her thermos of water; getting wet would be a disadvantage for carrying coloring materials that may get affected by the contact, though still not a good sign when having to quench her thirst. The other lady's cryptic words permeated through the silence brought by Astra being focused on her art. The silvery-blonde woman continued on working, though she was contemplating on what to insinuate. "There's no clear answer to that one, I believe. It's up to them whether to take the message conveyed through my art to heart or not, but gotta continue spreading the word," she said, never taking her eyes off the sketchbook she's using, "I do admit that it sucks when you are about to leave a legacy in a place that is close to your heart, only to have it crashing down by unexpected circumstances."
She was pertaining to Leahkoe Academy, the school that allowed her to reconnect with Zora, though after the school was shut down, there was no word on the other's current whereabouts, and it pained her. "But it won't be bad having to start over. Gotta continue the mission, no matter what happens," she continued on, her tone being a bit somber as she was close to finishing her work. The snow outside was still raining down and her head would soon be decorated with the growing lump of the white substance, but she would shake it off later.
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Location: Mountain Forest
Mood: unsure, busy
Company: another woman
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Posted: Mon Dec 10, 2018 7:50 pm
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𝕸𝖆𝖗𝖎𝖆 - ℭ.𝔐.ＸＸＶＩ ↞⋇↞⋇↞⋇↞⋇↞⋇↞⋇↞⋇ "𝒯𝒽𝑒 𝒷𝓊𝓇𝒹𝑒𝓃 𝑜𝒻 𝓁𝒾𝒻𝑒
𝐼𝓈 𝑜𝓋𝑒𝓇𝓌𝒽𝑒𝓁𝓂𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝓉𝑜
𝒯𝒽𝑒 𝓌𝑒𝒶𝓀𝑒𝓇 𝓉𝒽𝒾𝓃𝓀𝑒𝓇𝓈
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𝒯𝑜 𝑜𝓊𝓇 𝑜𝓌𝓃 𝒹𝑒𝒶𝓉𝒽
𝒲𝑒 𝑜𝓇𝑔𝒶𝓃𝒾𝓏𝑒 𝑒𝓋𝑒𝓇𝓎𝓉𝒽𝒾𝓃𝑔
𝒪𝓊𝓇 𝑜𝓌𝓃 𝒸𝒶𝓇𝑒𝓉𝒶𝓀𝑒𝓇𝓈" ↞⋇↞⋇↞⋇↞⋇↞⋇↞⋇↞⋇ ↞⋇↞⋇↞⋇↞⋇↞⋇↞⋇ ↞⋇↞⋇↞⋇↞⋇↞⋇ ↞⋇↞⋇↞⋇↞⋇ ↞⋇↞⋇↞⋇
◭Gazing with eyes of wonder towards the artist as she continued the work, unaffected by the possible ways the questions could've developed, the answer itself was not one to be ignored outright by Maria. In fact, there was some nice pondering over it that would allow the entity to dwell in ever so dark feelings. The words given were ones that truly shone a light over the perspective of the young artist and made a curve gently form at the left end of the somber woman's lips, but when processing what had been said, a hand, defined, long and slim, rose from the robed knees and ran its fingers through the black hair of Maria, softly untangling anything in its way and repeating the action time and time again, slowly, carefully. "I see your point... Is there a personal reason as to why you draw then? One might love what is done, but sometimes there is another certain cause as to why one continues to go on" Curious in learning why the company drew besides the obvious liking to the craft that every creator must possess in basic, the deep and devouring irises merely kept their sights on everything that was made on the tools the opposite being guarded with herself.
With the snow piling over her figure, Maria embraced their weight and cold with open mental arms, the sensation offered was a nice mix between pleasant and lightly painful, but as soon as it could've turned into a possible bother, the shoulders would shift faintly, and the snow would also have its gravitational force reduced enough to fall almost like petals from the main body before regaining their actual weight and descending to the ground properly. Despite this subtle show, most likely unseen by the artist as she focused highly on the makings of her skill, the only thing the overwhelming entity wished for at that very moment, besides the usual conditions, was perhaps some music to go along with the beautiful, secretive scenario, to further imagine what could happen within every nook and cranny.◮
↞⋇↞⋇↞⋇ ↞⋇↞⋇↞⋇↞⋇↞⋇↞⋇↞⋇ ℑ𝔫𝔣𝔬𝔯𝔪𝔞𝔱𝔦𝔬𝔫 ↞⋇↞⋇↞⋇ 𝔗𝔥𝔢𝔪𝔢: 𝔐𝔢𝔩𝔞𝔫𝔠𝔥𝔬𝔩𝔶𝔚𝔦𝔱𝔥: A unknown opportunity𝔗𝔥𝔬𝔲𝔤𝔥𝔱: "Live eternally
The products of your life
carrying on endlessly
all your regrets"𝔓𝔯𝔬𝔣𝔦𝔩𝔢: ℌ𝔢𝔯𝔢𝔒ℭℭ: |
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Posted: Tue Dec 11, 2018 7:00 am
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xxxx ＊ Astra Leonheart ＊xxxx
”Art washes away from the soul the dust of everyday life.” - Pablo Picasso
Residence: 207 Camdus District ┊Occupation: Art Dealer / Painter / Illustrator
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The meta-human's hands stilled, the tip of the pencil no longer brushing against the paper. "I just can't forget what I'm seeing. There are moments that will be imprinted in your mind as memories, both the good and the bad. Gotta let that feeling out somewhere, y'know? This is my way," she replied towards the other woman's words, and there were a few seconds of silence before she continued on, "Let's just say that the talent I have is a gift, something that I was born with." Astra was in no mood to talk about her past, the one that led her to being a guinea pig to be toyed as a puppet until she was damaged mentally and physically. Though there was the loving couple, her adoptive parents, who raised her well, it wouldn't mean that the wounds would heal completely. At least they helped her to become who she was today, even if the teaching job was just a temporary pace because of the school's sudden closure.
It took her a short while, but she was finally finished with the drawing, the landscape of the forest with the snow dotting the trees and the ground. As if like magic, a leaf, untouched by the snow materialized to life, and Astra picked it up, holding the small thing close to her eyes for inspection. "It's about making sure that you make the most out of those moments. Don't you agree?" she asked, smiling a bit at the result.
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Location: Mountain Forest
Mood: unsure, busy
Company: another woman
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Posted: Tue Dec 11, 2018 5:50 pm
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𝕸𝖆𝖗𝖎𝖆 - ℭ.𝔐.ＸＸＶＩ ↞⋇↞⋇↞⋇↞⋇↞⋇↞⋇↞⋇ "𝒯𝒽𝑒 𝒷𝓊𝓇𝒹𝑒𝓃 𝑜𝒻 𝓁𝒾𝒻𝑒
𝐼𝓈 𝑜𝓋𝑒𝓇𝓌𝒽𝑒𝓁𝓂𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝓉𝑜
𝒯𝒽𝑒 𝓌𝑒𝒶𝓀𝑒𝓇 𝓉𝒽𝒾𝓃𝓀𝑒𝓇𝓈
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𝒯𝑜 𝑜𝓊𝓇 𝑜𝓌𝓃 𝒹𝑒𝒶𝓉𝒽
𝒲𝑒 𝑜𝓇𝑔𝒶𝓃𝒾𝓏𝑒 𝑒𝓋𝑒𝓇𝓎𝓉𝒽𝒾𝓃𝑔
𝒪𝓊𝓇 𝑜𝓌𝓃 𝒸𝒶𝓇𝑒𝓉𝒶𝓀𝑒𝓇𝓈" ↞⋇↞⋇↞⋇↞⋇↞⋇↞⋇↞⋇ ↞⋇↞⋇↞⋇↞⋇↞⋇↞⋇ ↞⋇↞⋇↞⋇↞⋇↞⋇ ↞⋇↞⋇↞⋇↞⋇ ↞⋇↞⋇↞⋇
◭Gazing down for a brief moment with a slight partition of her own lips, Maria well heard the artist speak about the motivation of what kept her going on that path, the memories of every strong nature forcing her physical form to express the inner feelings upon the paper. A quite common origin for inspiration, but there was some honor to it, the potential of what could become of it on the long run a most interesting thought to the most monotone life form. Looking back towards the woman with the tools at hand, there was something only a tad bit off about the way she went about the answer, a possible hook to a deeper story, but no matter what it was, and how much it sunk inside that artistic figure, it didn't feel like the task of getting to the bottom of it all would be all that worth it, emotional walls possibly thickened by years of resistance with hardships to dig through in a way Maria, in her own way, didn't feel motivated to handle. Not for the simple pleasure of seeing the painful reactions of a troubled mind. In fact, to remain without that delight would work as a fine fuel to her own disdain towards things, as many as they likely were in a subtle fashion.
Caring complexion with traits of a bottomless sadness, the halfling continued to stare at the soul in company as the same did something quite aways from the norm. Observing attentively to what had been accomplished, the almost optical illusion like act of bringing a leaf from the drawing to reality's realm, exhibiting that this artist was nothing but peculiar. Slowly pointing a gentle finger towards the material, even as the female asked if Maria agreed to what had been stated, the curious entity spoke. "It is undeniable, the beauty in fully embracing what comes our way no matter the form, but... Was that leaf a product of your gift? That which you carry from birth?" Interested in knowing more, and taken in by how nonchalant the other was about the deed, it would be seen as nice trivia to discover the magical properties of that soul. Humans still roamed the world in vast numbers, so one that could accomplish otherworldly feats was a welcomed encounter.◮
↞⋇↞⋇↞⋇ ↞⋇↞⋇↞⋇↞⋇↞⋇↞⋇↞⋇ ℑ𝔫𝔣𝔬𝔯𝔪𝔞𝔱𝔦𝔬𝔫 ↞⋇↞⋇↞⋇ 𝔗𝔥𝔢𝔪𝔢: 𝔐𝔢𝔩𝔞𝔫𝔠𝔥𝔬𝔩𝔶𝔚𝔦𝔱𝔥: A unknown opportunity𝔗𝔥𝔬𝔲𝔤𝔥𝔱: "Live eternally
The products of your life
carrying on endlessly
all your regrets"𝔓𝔯𝔬𝔣𝔦𝔩𝔢: ℌ𝔢𝔯𝔢𝔒ℭℭ: |
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Enlightened Savagery Vice Captain
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Posted: Thu Dec 13, 2018 6:33 pm
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xxxx ＊ Astra Leonheart ＊xxxx
”Art washes away from the soul the dust of everyday life.” - Pablo Picasso
Residence: 207 Camdus District ┊Occupation: Art Dealer / Painter / Illustrator
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A small nod was the reply from Astra at the question about the ability she was blessed with. "It was a shame that my gift was being tampered the wrong way. My childhood's been fantastic before finally having a family who cherished me," there was the tone of sarcasm at the word 'fantastic' as she replied. Memories of herself wailing out as she endured through the pain of massive headaches as she harnessed her ability as a child, much to the delight of doctors, materialized in her head like a movie. It was later followed by the cool sensation of the sedative lacing into her system until she was knocked out cold. That was back then in the past; Astra's chapped lips pursued into a thinner line at such thoughts.
But the blond forced herself to focus back to the present time. "By the way, we hadn't introduced yet. Name's Astra, by the way," she continued, eyes never leaving the leaf that was still within her grasp. With a blow from her lips, the leaf drifted away, until it landed on the snowy ground close to her feet. Her stomach growled and she internally winced. "I'll definitely find a place to eat. If you want, feel free to tag along," the meta-human suggested. Of course, it would depend if the other female wouldn't mind the offer; Astra was fine having to eat all by herself somewhere else.
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Location: Mountain Forest
Mood: unsure, busy
Company: another woman
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Posted: Sun Dec 16, 2018 8:03 pm
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𝕸𝖆𝖗𝖎𝖆 - ℭ.𝔐.ＸＸＶＩ ↞⋇↞⋇↞⋇↞⋇↞⋇↞⋇↞⋇ "𝒯𝒽𝑒 𝒷𝓊𝓇𝒹𝑒𝓃 𝑜𝒻 𝓁𝒾𝒻𝑒
𝐼𝓈 𝑜𝓋𝑒𝓇𝓌𝒽𝑒𝓁𝓂𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝓉𝑜
𝒯𝒽𝑒 𝓌𝑒𝒶𝓀𝑒𝓇 𝓉𝒽𝒾𝓃𝓀𝑒𝓇𝓈
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𝒯𝑜 𝑜𝓊𝓇 𝑜𝓌𝓃 𝒹𝑒𝒶𝓉𝒽
𝒲𝑒 𝑜𝓇𝑔𝒶𝓃𝒾𝓏𝑒 𝑒𝓋𝑒𝓇𝓎𝓉𝒽𝒾𝓃𝑔
𝒪𝓊𝓇 𝑜𝓌𝓃 𝒸𝒶𝓇𝑒𝓉𝒶𝓀𝑒𝓇𝓈" ↞⋇↞⋇↞⋇↞⋇↞⋇↞⋇↞⋇ ↞⋇↞⋇↞⋇↞⋇↞⋇↞⋇ ↞⋇↞⋇↞⋇↞⋇↞⋇ ↞⋇↞⋇↞⋇↞⋇ ↞⋇↞⋇↞⋇
◭Raising a linear eyebrow to the answer given, there was a slight tug at the corner of Maria's lips as she pondered over the implications of the artist's past. A reflection of things that one could've done just as the entity of melancholy there present could've also. Gently, both tender hands were intertwined at their fingers and the demonic halfling arched forward, tilting towards the female at her side as the gaze continued to study every detail and word mentioned, entertaining herself as going too deep was not on the interest list of this silent and odd creature. The cold also made for a distraction when it came to motivation, damping the urges of a hellish existence in tormenting a more common soul, as powerful as the vessel might've been with a skill so vast as bringing things into reality through ink and arts. It was to the point where no further words were directed to the opposite figure on the matter of her suffered past, preferring to observe the small reactions given to the thoughts that went by.
Fortunately, there was more interaction to come, as the artist revealed her name to be Astra, one that led to many interpretations within the half breed's mind, curious at the very smallest things. Bowing lightly to Astra, the right hand reached out for a simple handshake, the rough texture of the demon's palm clear to the touch despite the soft appearance of tender tissue. "I'm Maria, a pleasure to meet you, and know your beautiful name" . With the hand going back to the entity's side, the time to watch Astra recoil physically with sounds echoing faint from her insides, the question, or rather, the invitation that came after wasn't all that surprising. The odd bit was how comfortable she was to bring along the strange life form she had found sitting in the snow, on the clearing, like a ghostly woman haunting the tundra, whose name had just been revealed after many strange interrogations. In any case, Maria nodded with a pleasant smile, accepting the request and swaying her arms to the area in front of them as if saying, 'lead the way' by body movement alone. It would be interesting to see how the interaction would pan out, and so, there was not a second thought given to the humble opportunity.◮
↞⋇↞⋇↞⋇ ↞⋇↞⋇↞⋇↞⋇↞⋇↞⋇↞⋇ ℑ𝔫𝔣𝔬𝔯𝔪𝔞𝔱𝔦𝔬𝔫 ↞⋇↞⋇↞⋇ 𝔗𝔥𝔢𝔪𝔢: 𝔐𝔢𝔩𝔞𝔫𝔠𝔥𝔬𝔩𝔶𝔚𝔦𝔱𝔥: Astra, the life artist𝔗𝔥𝔬𝔲𝔤𝔥𝔱: "Dread your past
Carry its pain
Evolve through it
and see how it taints the rest"𝔓𝔯𝔬𝔣𝔦𝔩𝔢: ℌ𝔢𝔯𝔢𝔒ℭℭ: |
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Enlightened Savagery Vice Captain
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Posted: Tue Dec 18, 2018 9:08 pm
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xxxx ＊ Astra Leonheart ＊xxxx
”Art washes away from the soul the dust of everyday life.” - Pablo Picasso
Residence: 207 Camdus District ┊Occupation: Art Dealer / Painter / Illustrator
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The meta-human accepted the handshake, and the raven-haired female introduced herself as Maria, the way the name rolled off the other's tongue being good. "You also have an interesting name," she responded, and with the offer for company being accepted, the artist gathered up her belongings, making sure not to miss out on anything, not even her sketchbook and pencils. The leaf that was blown away earlier remained still, but it wouldn't be there for long. By the time the two would leave the place, the object would vanish with such evanescence. That's the downside of the creation that was born from Astra's imagination, visualized through her skillful hands.
The city did have a lot of interesting places to choose from for satiating her appetite; it was about what would make her tick while still sticking to the budget that she was having at the moment. She should definitely search for a job once the little meeting between her and Maria would be over alongside the food, something that would keep her occupied without being a bit too overwhelmed by a lot of things. More importantly, the workplace shouldn't be a boring one so that she would feel always entertained, but that would be reserved for later.
-- Exit --
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Location: Mountain Forest
Mood: amused
Company: Maria
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Posted: Thu Dec 20, 2018 11:12 am
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𝕸𝖆𝖗𝖎𝖆 - ℭ.𝔐.ＸＸＶＩ ↞⋇↞⋇↞⋇↞⋇↞⋇↞⋇↞⋇ "𝒯𝒽𝑒 𝒷𝓊𝓇𝒹𝑒𝓃 𝑜𝒻 𝓁𝒾𝒻𝑒
𝐼𝓈 𝑜𝓋𝑒𝓇𝓌𝒽𝑒𝓁𝓂𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝓉𝑜
𝒯𝒽𝑒 𝓌𝑒𝒶𝓀𝑒𝓇 𝓉𝒽𝒾𝓃𝓀𝑒𝓇𝓈
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𝒯𝑜 𝑜𝓊𝓇 𝑜𝓌𝓃 𝒹𝑒𝒶𝓉𝒽
𝒲𝑒 𝑜𝓇𝑔𝒶𝓃𝒾𝓏𝑒 𝑒𝓋𝑒𝓇𝓎𝓉𝒽𝒾𝓃𝑔
𝒪𝓊𝓇 𝑜𝓌𝓃 𝒸𝒶𝓇𝑒𝓉𝒶𝓀𝑒𝓇𝓈" ↞⋇↞⋇↞⋇↞⋇↞⋇↞⋇↞⋇ ↞⋇↞⋇↞⋇↞⋇↞⋇↞⋇ ↞⋇↞⋇↞⋇↞⋇↞⋇ ↞⋇↞⋇↞⋇↞⋇ ↞⋇↞⋇↞⋇
◭With the sensation of Astra's hand leaving the grasp of her own, the urges one could've taken action upon were left to the back of the head as the trip had some promise to it, and to abandon chances just like that could prove too sad, too unfortunate when it came to ponder what could've been lost. And, during the time the artist picked up her things and made sure nothing was amiss in her belongings, the entity of weight rose up from her natural seat, the dirt from the forest floor falling off of her robes like dust and sand, almost unnaturally so as dainty hands slowly brushed off whatever tainted the purity of her fine clothing. The fabric swayed almost like a living being, especially due to how long it was around the arm area, close to reaching the ground as well. It was comfortable attire, but with the amount of clothing layered on top of one another, there was the question of how heavy the outfit actually was. An answer left to imagination, as any response would be dwindled.
With long lines of black hair falling from both sides of Maria's face, perfectly parted at the middle, the woman of deathly traits gazed up at the sky once more, starting to overflow with ideas and thoughts of how it feel like to enter urban areas again, the stench of production and the inhuman structures commanding life through social applications, a whole new section of saddening realizations that were sure to generate a great reflection. With money not being a problem of great levels, as the particularly shady female carried considerable wealth in unseen pockets, there was an internal indagation of how to proceed, and at which point would she satisfy those wicked desires lurking beneath in shallow waters. Whatever came to be, the individual followed the artist, walking at the side like a ghostly apparition expressing a most unsettling, small smile, and lightly furrowed eyebrows, peering inside any on their path with the same cold and uneasy gaze. {{exit}}◮
↞⋇↞⋇↞⋇ ↞⋇↞⋇↞⋇↞⋇↞⋇↞⋇↞⋇ ℑ𝔫𝔣𝔬𝔯𝔪𝔞𝔱𝔦𝔬𝔫 ↞⋇↞⋇↞⋇ 𝔗𝔥𝔢𝔪𝔢: 𝔐𝔢𝔩𝔞𝔫𝔠𝔥𝔬𝔩𝔶𝔚𝔦𝔱𝔥: Astra, the life artist𝔗𝔥𝔬𝔲𝔤𝔥𝔱: "Dread your past
Carry its pain
Evolve through it
and see how it taints the rest"𝔓𝔯𝔬𝔣𝔦𝔩𝔢: ℌ𝔢𝔯𝔢𝔒ℭℭ: |
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