Van
Trainee
Nutrition Facts:
murder
Posts: 82
|
Post by Van on Dec 5, 2013 19:38:20 GMT -8
The Music In My Head
-Ever wish life had a soundtrack, or something?-
Format:
Single
Reward:
4 EXP
Scenario:
Post here to sign up and i'll assign you a THREE RANDOM SONGS by putting my iTunes on shuffle. (BE PREPARED FOR ANYTHING. ANYTHING.) You must use these songs as the soundtracks for three posts, at least 500 words each. They might be silly. They might be sad. They might be epic. We'll see
Requirements:
- 3 posts, 500 word minimum
- Try to stick to the theme of the song, but get creative! POSTS DO NOT HAVE TO BE CANON. ANY SORT OF ALTERNATE UNIVERSE IS PERMITTED.
- You may use different characters/NPCs for each of your posts, and however many characters/NPCs you like in each post.
- Once you sign up (by posting below) I'll add you and your assigned songs to the list below. Please write your entries in the post you signed up with (just modify your original post) so we don't get a hung string of signups/entries that go on for pages)
This Monthly Event ends on Tuesday, December 31st.
Theeee list:
GEMMY: LLOYD:
GREG:
LEE:
ALLY:
RAJ:
SHUGO:
TANYA:
RYAN:
PLAYER 1:
COREY:
STEF:
LEVI:
QUINN:
RAI:
ARRRRRRRRRianna:
KIA:
|
|
|
|
Post by Delilah A. Black on Dec 5, 2013 19:39:27 GMT -8
MEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE
|
|
|
|
Post by Kazuya Hikari on Dec 5, 2013 19:40:10 GMT -8
1. End of Line - Daft Punk Inside the End of Line Club, amongst the various patrons, a figure could be seen seated at the central bar illuminated by a white glow, dressed in a custom lightsuit, back facing the elevator door/entrance to the nightclub. Picking up the glass in front of him, Kazuya would take a sip of his drink while the booth overlooking the area provided a live music suite in which the Masked DJs performed their music, the current track blaring at him from all directions. Just as he placed his empty glass down and was about to rap his knuckles on the counter to order another drink, he’d notice a program coming towards him from the corner of his eye, as ACE and TAO, two sentries that worked for JS, stopped beside him, one on each side. "It’s time."Sliding off his seat, leaving his empty glass for the bartender, to take, Kazuya would follow after them out of the nightclub and into the elevator, and would be handed a baton from ACE once inside the glass elevator as it took them down to ground level. Once they had reached ground level and had stepped out of the glass elevator, he would nod his head slightly at them before taking off into a running start and leap into the air to assume the necessary posture and clearance from the ground, as the baton split in half and formed the light cycle between the two halves and below the rider. Gripping the remaining halves of the baton, which formed the handlebars of the light cycle, as his custom helmet, in the shape of a samurai helmet, appeared around his head, Kazuya would take off on his lightcycle, which was different from the 5th generation models, boasting unique programming that granted it better offensive capabilities, and was faster than a standard model, and his light cycle was distinguished by a unique red color scheme and design differences including a small spoiler at the rear and horizontal headlights, the same lightcycle driven by JS. Followed behind by ACE and TAO, the three of them would drive towards the Game Arena, located near the edge of the city. After a few minutes driving in silence, they would enter into the outlaying areas, as in the distance, one of the six bridges connecting the city to the surrounding area was visible briefly, before a nearby building blocked it from view. Reaching the arena soon after, he would pull up to the Champion's entrance, as he'd climb off his lightcycle, which would turn back into a baton that he'd stow on his belt of his lightsuit. ACE and TAO coming up behind him, they'd escort him to the final level, where, as the elite combatant in all games on the Grid, he would await any challengers that managed to beat their opponents and advance. And as luck would have it, today, one challenger managed to overcome the odds and advance to the final level, to face off against him. As the program, MAC, moved to his module, though he was clearly nervous, he didn’t show it, and would pull his Identity Disc off his back. Likewise, Kazuya would pull his Identity Disc off his back, and would quickly flick it like a ninja star at MAC, who would quickly duck and roll to avoid it, before throwing his own disc at Kazuya, as Kazuya would quickly turn and run towards the wall. Once reaching the wall, having gained enough speed, he would literally run up the wall and push off it, sailing over the disc as it would ricochet off the wall and back towards MAC, as Kazuya’s own disc would ricochet off the wall and Kazuya would catch it in mid-air, before tossing it once more at MAC, as he would quickly evade it, before being caught square in the chest by a second disc fired at him, Kazuya having separated his one disc into two discs. He was the only User on the Grid that had two discs in his possession. MAC derezzing from the disc to his chest, the audience would erupt in roaring cheers as Kazuya caught both discs, one in each hand, and would finish off by locking his Identity Disc back on his back. Raising one arm up as he casted his gaze around at the audience, he would then lower his arm back down before quickly turning around and headed out of his module and out the arena, before jumping onto his lightcycle once more and heading through the streets of Midgard City back to his residence. Another challenger derezzed, another successful defending of his title in a Disc Wars... 2. Just Like Heaven - The Cure Kazuya was fast asleep in his room, but unlike other nights, his dream was not completely peaceful. He would move around in his bed frequently in his bed, as his eyebrows would furrow together. He was having a dream, but this dream was different, it wasn't a nightmare, it was like... it was a replay of a memory... A memory of her... - Kazuya's Dream - "Because I love you. I didn't choose you because of those traits, I chose you, because you accepted me for who I am, past my sarcastic and cynical attitude that I show. Because I can be myself, who I really am, when I'm with you. You are extremely special and the most important person to me. Kate or Delilah, pale in comparison to you. You are the most beautiful girl I have ever met, and nothing in this world will ever change how I see you."
He lifted his arms up, and wrapped them around Emily's bare back, pulling her close to him.
"There is no one in this entire world, I would rather be with, than you. It has to be you, no one else. You don't have to... If you don't want to. I don't want to force you into it. But I love you Emily, and nothing in this world, will ever change the feelings I have for you."
Ryuu saw the expression on Emily's face, though it seemed to be less out of dislike, and more out of surprise of the fact that he had actually considered and anticipated this. In one movement, he felt the both of them roll, so that Emily was now the one lying down, as Ryuu stared straight down at her, his eyes softening at her words, as her own eyes softened into an expression of trust and anticipation. He saw her raise her hands up, as she caressed his face, as his heart began to beat even faster at her soft touch, before she pulled him down into a deep and sensual kiss. Letting go of everything he held in his mind, Ryuu leaned in closer, deepening the kiss. His mind not thinking deep for once, Ryuu still had the condom in his hand, gripping it, though it wouldn't be there for very long. There wasn't much to say, except that the two of them had finally consummated their love for each other past holding hands and kissing each other.
- Several hours later -
With everything that had been happening and going on, there were not enough words to describe what Ryuu was feeling right now. But surprisingly, for his first time, Ryuu had been more passionate and gentle. The feeling continued on for several hours or so, give or take about an hour from sunrise. And even if they had been doing it for that long, Ryuu honestly didn't care right now. Ryuu felt Emily snuggle against him as the two of them laid on her bed, as he gave her a gentle smile. He made sure to remind him himself that he owed Emily some new bed sheets, due to the accident the both of them caused from their Qi. Ryuu couldn't help but smile even more at the thought, this whole night had been nothing but intense, as he heard Emily chuckle, before giving him a kiss right underneath his chin.
"I love you, Ryuu. I really do."
"I love you too Emily, and I always will."- Kazuya's Room -His eyes shooting open, his hands gripping the blanket of his futon, as tears ran down his face, Kazuya would slowly sit up in bed, cradling his head in his hand. He had been dreaming... dreaming of Emily. And it felt like he was drowning, drowning in a raging sea of sorrow. A raging sea that took her away from him. Looking out his window, a few faint rays of sunshine streaming into his room, he had dreamt of Emily before... but never of a memory of the two of them, so what brought that up? As he cast his eyes down in sadness, from the corner of his eye, a photo in an opened up photo album resting beside his futon would catch his attention, as his brows would furrow slightly. Reaching over and picking it up out of the album, he saw it was a picture of him and Emily at the beach, in simpler and happier times, neither of them looking at the camera. Clearly someone took it while they were not paying attention. Placing the photo back in the album after gazing at it for quite some time longingly, he would find who killed her. And when he did, he only wanted to know one thing: why. Why Emily had to die... 3. Wake Up Alone - Amy Winehouse Since deconstructing and reconstructing his house and bar in Neutral Territory, or Midgard California, at it was now known as, back in November, the days had run by, and he was usually exhausted from all the work by the end of the day and promptly fell asleep as soon as his head had hit the pillow. This past month of December however, had been much different. Though he was still busy during the day, with his usual daily training, as well as helping Takahiro and Hiroshi with their training of The Flame Battalion, he was not as exhausted to the point that he passed out instantly in bed. Keeping busy during the day afforded him few chances to think of Emily and how much he missed her, but at night... It was a different story. He had shed tears for her at her funeral, but that had been the only time he ever had. After that day, he had cried all his tears out, and not once, since then. All his feelings, thoughts, memories, of Emily, would rush back to him at night, and the contentment he felt during the day, disappeared as soon as the sun set. Even in his dreams, she was there, and every time, he would reach out to her, to make her stay, to give Kaori her mother back. But every morning was the same, he woke up alone, without her, leaving him to take care of Kaori day by day. Even today, was no exception. Inside the dojo located in front of his house, early in the morning, Kazuya was already up and in the midst of his daily training. Shirtless but dressed in a pair of white Karate pants tucked inside black instep foot guards, a white Karate belt tied around his waist, black arm guards and fingerless gloves with metal plates on the back of each hand, and a white bandana on his head, he intently focused on striking the Muk Yan Jong or wooden dummy in front of him, his strikes creating a rhythmic sound. Taking a break a few minutes later, as he breathe in heavily, sweat running down his face, the moment he had stopped, for a split second, a memory of Emily surfaced, when the two of them had spared against one another, to teach each other Kenjutsu, to Emily, and Tessenjutsu, to him, respectively. His heart beginning to ache, he would dive back into his training, because if he stopped even for a moment, he'd think of her again. And even though he wasn't the only one that missed Emily... Her death had affected him the most, because he missed her the most. It seemed like almost everything he did during the day, reminded him of Emily, because they had spent so much time together. Even occasionally, he'd dream of the times they spent together, and every time, he'd end up crying out for her, to bring her back to him. But he could not... And always woke up alone... |
|
|
|
Post by Lucien DeChain on Dec 5, 2013 19:40:51 GMT -8
#1: Re-Hash – GorillazA sunny day in Long Beach. Lucien strutted down the crowded street, feeling about as happy as he could. Though the sun beat down on him, he was dressed to the nines; polished brown shoes, pressed grey slacks, a brilliant white shirt with a cream tie, and a grey-blue jacket, spread open to allow a bit of air flow. Wide aviator sunglasses sat on the bridge of his nose, his black hair slicked to the side with acute precision. Not one single hair was out of place. In fact, nothing was out of place. Not one blemish, not one imperfection. It was, in fact, perfect. In his hand was a bouquet of mixed flowers – fifty percent yellow, fifty percent wildflower, and within that there was seventy-five percent open petals and twenty-five percent closed petals. They were evenly spaced, and wrapped in a soft green paper, using concentric clockwise circles. Lucien's step had a considerable bounce in it, and as he sauntered through the crowd, a slight gait could be noticed. It was almost... No, it couldn't be... Swagger. He was only going slightly faster than the majority of the people inhabiting the human sea he was to swim through, and that was only because he had a clear destination in mind, and he didn't want the flowers to wilt before he got there. Perhaps there was something more to the lack of pause, another excitement. But that was left as a mystery. As he came to a stoplight, he found an increase in the density of the people around him. I knew rush hour was a bad time to do this... He thought to himself. He couldn't stop, though, he had to keep going. Pushing through the mob, he made his way to the street's edge and bounded across the street with his previously mentioned saunter. Three cars crashed to avoid him. Lucien didn't seem to care, rather, he didn't seem to even notice. On the other side of the street, the traffic was much thinner, as the people who were there were either taken aback at the trail of destruction, or plain staring at the slim man with mouth agape. Lucien was gleefully ignorant of all of this, as he continued on his now clear trail. Finally, he neared his destination. The street signs read their brilliant text, glaring back at him in the midday sun. Cherry and Willow. Such beautiful words. Lucien smiled, as he made his way a few blocks over to his goal. A small low-rise apartment building, somewhat run down, clad with cedar shakes that were falling off the building at an alarming rate. The whir of air conditioners filled the air, as he entered the shaded patio, into the entrance of the building. Lowering his sunglasses slightly, he assessed the condition of the bouquet. Perfect. Everything was perfect. He made it in time. Making his way to the third floor, he tried to go at a pace that prevented him from sweating, but still quick enough to match his level of excitement. Stopping in front of a door, he sighed, did a final check to make sure nothing was off, and knocked on the door three times. The door slowly opened, and a giant smile came to Lucien's face, bright eyes taking in all he could about the person on the other side of the threshold. It was perfect. Everything perfect. He raised the flowers, offering them. Opening his mouth, he spoke with the excited tones of a senior picking up a prom date. ”Here, I stole these for you.”#2 – Stupid MF – Mindless Self IndulgenceWhat a day to have a cold. Lucien groaned as he rolled out of bed, turning only to make it before turning to the bathroom. ”Ah-choo! Ah-choo! Ah-choo!” He sneezed, causing more groaning as his face throbbed. At least his cold was gratifying his numeral compulsions. Or maybe it was the other way around, and he was sneezing more because of the compulsion. At any rate, Lucien tried desperately to blow his nose, trying to clear up some of the congestion that had swelled his sinuses. His face felt heavy, his eyelids barely open. A head cold, just the thing to make him miserable. On training day, no less. * The team had assembled on a small street just off of the beach, close enough to the Hermosa Lighthouse to still reach base if needed. Not that it would be at all necessary, but Lucien wanted to keep them on their toes anyways. Lucien still felt awful. His eye twitched slightly, puffy eyelids enhancing the experience. It was early, and if the bags weren't showing under his eyes, they were definitely showing under those of his new Spectres. They didn't look happy to be there, either. Well, mostly not. Though tired, Wedge was as excited as ever, and even Sunny and Lefty looked eager. ”Welcome to your first day of training, Spectres. You are all here because you were meant to. But let's not have that thought give us any pride, because you,” He paused to fend of the feeling of a sneeze. ”Are in need of training. And it shall not be easy. I expect 100% from every single one of you, every step of the way. I hold myself to the same standard that I hold you to, so there shouldn't be any confusion.””Strong words, yes. But whether you actually hold yourself to such a standard remains to be seen, leetle man.”It was Nyx who had spoken up. The grinning Czech man had his arms crossed over his chest, in a taunting fashion. He was trying to get a reaction out of him, Lucien knew this. But he wouldn't give in, not yet. It was still early, and though Nyx was a dangerous choice, Lucien had all the confidence in the world. ”And so, it shall stay, until you finally see it. Now, let's get started this morning. We will start with some stretching and -””Hah! Stretching? You hev got to be joking. What use is stretching when we could be doing something productive?”The rest of the line was now extending their concerned looks over in the direction of the large man. Wedge, though, kept his eyes on Lucien, trying to see how he would react. Lucien's vein bulged on his temple. Internally, he was screaming things about how he had no use for this shit, among other things insulting the man's intelligence. But, outside, he was somewhat more calm. Quickly pacing over to Nyx, he would stand level with the man, craning his neck to look the man in the eyes. ”Give me your hand.”Nyx obliged, unimpressed. The large hand was grasped by Lucien's pale fingers. Half a second later he was on the ground, in pain. ”Get up. Now try to grab me.”This went on for a long while, until Nyx had come at Lucien with every possible attack, and subsequently had pulled about eighty muscles. When it finally ended, Nyx was panting, unable to stand on quivering, hyperextended legs. ”AND THAT is why stretching is import – Ah-CHOO!” Lucien sneezed. And, the sneeze was quite powerful. So powerful, in fact, that it had inadvertently activated his Qi. He had sneezed himself invisible. The team stared, especially Wedge. None of them had ever seen Lucien's Qi, it had only been spoken of in passing, but this was incredible to them. Even Nyx looked awed. Satisfied, Lucien stayed stealthed for a few seconds, muttering a few words as he did. ”So, you all want to be spectres, eh?”
|
|
Syn
Trainee
Posts: 36
200x300 Avatar: http://i1370.photobucket.com/albums/ag242/personagrimoire/X-23/2860849-x_23___by_tywenart_d3a5qgl_zpsss9a6reg.jpg
OOC Name: Cerbearus
|
Post by Syn on Dec 5, 2013 19:44:21 GMT -8
Meeeee meeee meeee!!! ^_____^
*puts blood spot ballet in*
I hope I get good ones for her and hopefully I know them at least 0_0 woooooooo
|
|
|
|
Post by Your Mom~ on Dec 5, 2013 19:54:38 GMT -8
Memememememe
|
|
|
|
Post by Marcus Prasad on Dec 5, 2013 19:55:17 GMT -8
ME TOO ME TOO!
|
|
Date Masamune™
Trainee
The Ex-Knight of 552
Bullet to the rrrrrrrrrrrr
Posts: 5
OOC Name: Shugo
250x350 Avatar: https://i.imgur.com/R85NfPd.jpg?1
|
Post by Date Masamune™ on Dec 5, 2013 19:59:56 GMT -8
Lorn - Grandfather
Holy Other - Past Tension
Unheilig - Feuerland
|
|
Kyrie Blaze
Adept
Ex-Shadow Dragon
Sív pide köd. And I Shall Choose Love.
Posts: 174
200x300 Avatar: https://cdn.discordapp.com/attachments/397862536277524482/456939463810088960/200300KyrieSidebar.png
OOC Name: Arararashi
250x350 Avatar: https://cdn.discordapp.com/attachments/397862536277524482/456939466469146624/250350KyrieSidebar.png
|
Post by Kyrie Blaze on Dec 5, 2013 20:02:34 GMT -8
EXP please!
Before making her way back home, Kyrie had went back to the War Room to finish her paperwork. Putting her will into focusing on her task, it wasn't long before she had finished and her mind was free to wander again. And wander it did as she walked up the path to the house...that she owned. Given, yes, by David.
But it was hers.
More and more it was hers.
Her steps were careful and quiet as she slipped up the front porch to test the door and step inside after finding it unlocked. Her sister was home. She slipped inside and shut the door just as quietly as she'd opened it. Poking her head around the corner and seeing the flicker of candlelight, she watched as her sister passed a pen over a sheaf of paper, writing...well, she didn't know. She had a cup of still-steaming tea on the table with her, and a smile curved her lips. Kyrie turned, leaving Arianna to her work.
Up, up, up the stairs she went and turned into her room. Shutting the door, the tiny woman leaned her back against it and allowed her gaze to travel around the room.
She stripped out of her gear as easily as she breathed--which was, right now, with some difficulty. Her ribs were well on their way to healing. Next week it was likely they wouldn't bother her very much. Pulling on shorts and slowly pulling all of the buttons together on her light plaid shirt she used at night, Kyrie slid and curled up at the foot of her bed, looking out at all the faint lights glinting in the sky above.
Her eyes stung.
'...you really had to call her out, did you not..? Even you knew you were digging yourself a shallow grave you were not ready to lie in, then...and certainly not now.'
So why?
There were so many reasons why. The first and most prominent was that she was in love with David. As much as that meant she wanted to be with him and wanted him to choose her...it meant she was fiercely protective and would defend him 'til the end. He...had been happy with her until he'd found out about the extent and depth of the little blonde's feelings for him. It wasn't for Olesya at that point...not really. But it was definitely for the young little girl that came in a package with Olesya. She knew what it was like to completely lose her family...and in a way, the blonde had felt responsible for Olesya's outburst--which was absolutely ridiculous.
But how else was she supposed to feel when she was the one who was stepping on the white-blonde's toes?
It wasn't for Olesya...yet it was.
Because the thing was, that Kyrie hoped if she was ever in such a situation...that someone else would give her a second chance, too. That someone would care that much.
Because it was Kyrie, it seemed to her, that would give everything for those around her. In the end, she would likely give her life so those she loved could have a future. Like her elder sister, sitting downstairs. Kyrie simply had precious few limits of what she would do for her family and those that were innocent.
Drawing the throw up over her shoulders, she watched the world turn as the stars slowly shifted above her, through the window.
And the universe was reflected in her eyes, in turn.
. o O ( Wordcount: 589. Part of the Monthly Event for December 2013. 1/3 )
The waves pushed and pulled the blonde towards the beach. Red-rimmed blue eyes stared up at the night sky above her. She was tired. Tired of fighting for things that were too good to be true. Tired of fighting the water. The surf pushed her higher and set her down gently upon the sand, the wet mass twining into her hair, clinging to and coating the strands.
Kyrie took a shuddered breath as she watched the moon pass behind the clouds. She wasn't aware how much time had passed since she plunged into the dark waters that had been broken by moon and starlight. Now, with the clouds eating away at both, she could only watch the light of the moon be greedily swallowed by the clouds. Hyperion and Themis' words crossed her mind.
Her breath heaved out, leaving her ribs protesting more than they had in the past two weeks.
But it was the emotional pain that killed her. The physical pain, like the moon itself, was pale in comparison to the bright and burning sun. The physical pain she could bear.
The emotional pain made her consider leaving.
It would let them be so they could grow together without her being there as a constant reminder. She would avoid them, anyway, aside from official - inescapable - duty. Writhing to twist her body on the sand, resting her cheek on the grainy surface, the blonde looked towards the restored lights. The promise of a normal life glowed, there. Tears swelled in her eyes again. Was she even fit for that? Was she worthy? Could she lay down her arms, dig another grave and lay her warrior-self to rest?
Had she not done enough to have earned some sort of rest? To retain some small fragment of all her scattered hope that she could have a normal life? A family if she ever trusted her heart to someone again? Maybe she would adopt and foster some of the children all this turmoil had left abandoned. She didn't need lover or husband for that much.
But then...she would be abandoning her family. The thought filled her with a depth of terror and anguish that went deeper than her current heartbreak. Not by a huge amount, but enough that she could see...she didn't need Strike's promise to foster and raise children if she so desired in the future. But she did need her family.
That was an absolute truth she couldn't deny. And if they fell, she would go with them.
There were other bonds, of course. Her oath to Mathew, her responsibilities. Her positions were not handed to her willy-nilly, but ones she earned, and it would be shameful to hurtle them back into the faces of those that trusted her with them. But the most simple of them all was a bond of deep and abiding love for her Dragonkin. Her family that held all the pieces of her heart, however broken. It was that bond that would get her to stay above all the others that bound her by duty, even though staying was also very painful at present. The tears came again as she curled in on herself and shook, shivering with silent sobs.
Kyrie didn't know how much longer had passed. But it was still dark, though the East - from what she could see - held the faintest tinge of light. With a hiccup, she grunted and forced herself to her feet.
Because she had to get up. She had to push forward.
Even if forward meant to cry some more. To find a safe place to rest and pass out, perhaps. One person she thought of...because she had things she needed to say and discuss and ask. He was, despite it all, a man she thought of as her father, though he'd proven he could rip her heart out just as easily as anyone else. As dangerous as he was...she needed his grounded strength.
But she wasn't ready to face him just yet.
So she walked along the beach with the clouds rolling overhead. The moon peeked out as she wandered away from the distant lights that promised normality and stepped toward family, battle, heartache, and the extraordinary.
. o O ( Wordcount: 708. Part of the Monthly Event for December 2013. 2/3 )
Kyrie's eyes shimmered, reflecting both moon and starlight as she looked up at her house. Her stomach twisted into anxious knots, enough to make her feel ill. A small part of her wondered if the house, if everything he'd given her after coming back...was his way of giving her a consolidation prize. The blonde's step faltered as she stumbled and gasped, eyes going wide. Aghast, she fled up the path in the dark, guided by the faint light from above. A sob bubbled in her throat as the rest of her revolted against the very hurt thought.
David had given her the house so she could have a place of her own to call home instead of dwelling within the Earth Dragon's house. He agreed to allow her to return to the Sky Force's fold because the members of his tactical unit promised they would leave if she was not brought back, as he was a fool for setting her up to failure to begin with. She couldn't, absolutely refused to believe that. As she burst through the door, heart leaping to leave the doubt behind, to desperately cast it away from her.
The door slammed as if to keep the hurt and insidious doubts at bay.
He loved her, still, and somehow that made it hurt all the more.
Smells of baking, of fresh-made buns, of soup, of something sweet...all assailed her nose, overriding the smell of sea and earth.
Before she knew it, her sister was standing there, looking tired and concerned above all. The blonde froze, going stark still, as though she would flee. Arianna swallowed and silently lifted her arms, opening them in welcome, letting her younger sister choose...
Her decision was quick after a pained flicker of wide blue eyes.
In the next moment she flung herself forward - bare feet, sandy hair, and all - into her sister's arms. She gasped, sobbed once, and then held tight. Without question or reserve, Arianna's arms immediately pulled her closer, though Kyrie's grip was surprisingly powerful.
"Shhh, Kyrie..."
"I l-love him, Ar-ria. It hurts. So much."
Arianna lifted a hand and began to run her fingers through her sister's snarled hair. She hadn't gotten a wink of sleep since her sister's abrupt departure. So she had kept busy, had actually refrained from going to help out. Because she needed to be here for her sister when she came home. Her eyes hardened in that same fiercely protective streak they all seemed to share.
"I love you, Kyrie. Hold onto that. Hold on to what Mother told us: choose, but choose love. You know it'll overcome this, in time."
She swayed back and forth and slowly began to hum.
Slowly, slowly, slowly, she swayed them back into the living room, just holding and rocking. And, softly, she began to sing to her younger sister that before meeting David, had no concept of romantic heartbreak.
"Nothing you can make that can't be made.
No one you can save that can't be saved~
Nothing you can do but you can learn how to be you in time.
It's easy.
"All you need is love.
All you need is love.
All you need is love, love..~
Love is all you need~"
Her sister's gentle touch soothed and coaxed the hurt out, even though the hurt was far from over. Kyrie used her sister's sweater to muffle the sound of her crying and sank against her, as though she could be sheltered from the world, from all the pain and sorrow it seemed intent on dishing out to her in such a short amount of time.
She would listen to what her heartbroken sister would say about what happened, but later. Right now, Arianna was only concerned with one thing: giving her little sister the love and protection she needed. Everything else would come, after.
Sív pide köd.
Love Transcends Evil.
...And I Shall Choose Love...
. o O ( Wordcount: 658. Part of the Monthly Event for December 2013. 3/3 ) |
|
|
|
Post by Mathew Amtrum on Dec 5, 2013 20:04:00 GMT -8
A million dotted lines - The Flash Bulb The world around him was black, his body was weightless as he suspended in the void. There was nothing in any direction, nothing but endless potential of what could be. Closing his eyes he tried to relax his body further. To allow the void to surround him and pulse through him. His mistakes early on had been trying to force the void to do his bidding. Which did yield results, but a violent action lead to a violent reaction. Which was not always the end goal. Not trying to grab the power he could sense in the void, inside himself, was one of the biggest challenges. He could feel it. Just out of sight, warm and inviting. Within reach, all he had to do was reach out and grab it like he always did. Wielding it like a hammer to smash through his enemies. But he maintained disciplined. He would need precision in the future. Raw bludgeoning power would only serve to overload what he was trying to do and cause wanton destruction. A very useful skill to have of course, and one that he was certainly not abandoning. But he had so much more potential, his eyes had been opened. Relaxing and keeping his breathing calm and slow he opened himself up to the power. Letting it flow through him rather than clutch it. Letting it fill his being and course through it's body on it's own natural paths. Feeling how it moved inside of him, where it gathered, how it gathered. Feeling it gather in his pelvis, shifting and concentrating there. His lungs filled with air before slowly exhaling. Doing his best to not grasp his Qi but rather nudge to move up his body. Guiding it along upwards. Feeling a small burst of energy as it hit the base of his spine, and again with his solar plexus. His breath quivered as he tried to keep his brows from furrowing. He let the energy stay and nestle in his Solar Plexus as he relaxed again, not wanting to lose his progress yet again. The energy stayed where it was and he was able to keep his composure. The energy flowing up through his body once more to his heart. Pulsing in a matching rhythm to his heartbeat. The energy coursing through all of his veins, he felt the power within him. Tingling and prickling his skin, pushing through his veins, it was a wonder that they didn't burst from the extra work. But his body endured as the energy moved ever upwards to his throat which surprisingly relaxed as a warmth flowed down from it syncing with the rest of the energy flowing through him. It was both familiar and surprising at the same time. And the temptation to grasp the power was still ever present. Tempting and familiar. It was comfortable and he was masterful at it. He was able to refrain, allowing the energy to continue to rise up slowly to his forehead, between his eyes. The Qi echoing in his skull like the waves gently flowing to and fro on the sandy shores. It was not unpleasant, but still unsettling when one was used to a buffering hurricane. This is the furthest he had ever been able to take it. His body quivered and the void felt smaller as his concentration started to fade. His instinct told him to clench his eyes shut and power through it, but his teachings and readings told him otherwise. To not use force was a sheer test of will. To relax and to allow himself to fail was a difficult thing for him. He didn't like failure and he was not used to failing more than once or twice. This had been a string of nothing but failures. And yet he did, he remained relaxed as the void crashed around him, the energy flowing down and through his body dissipating as normal. Opening his eyes Mathew blinked as the sunlight seemed almost blinding. Turning his head to the left to crack it he let out a small sigh. Perhaps meditation in the park wasn't what he needed to make it past this barrier. Maybe the location didn't matter. 700 words Fyrsta Sigur Rós (Rejected letter to Evelyn and Aryanna #37) To my Dearest Girls, I am sure that by the time you are old enough to read this you will have heard a lot of horrible and conflicting things about me. Possibly even the terms of my death. I can not speak much on the first one as I do not know the exact details of my impending death, only that it draws closer by the day if what I learned from the Fates is correct. Though I can speculate on what it is that will kill me, to do so here would be pointless. As for the first thing I feel like I should be honest with you, which has always been a policy of mine, but more so given that we will never have a chance to talk again. It is very likely that every horrible thing that you have heard about me is true. I make no excuses for my actions, however heinous they may be. They were my actions and I chose to do them. I have my reasons, and always have had my reasons. And I do firmly believe in everything I've ever done, I believe I have always moved toward a better world, a safer world. Even at my most monstrous. Monstrous times call for monstrous people, but if I have done my job then it means the world no longer requires people like me and that you have both grown up to be outstanding and healthy women. If I have one hope for the future it is that you are not living in the kind of world that made people like me, that needed people like me. It is also likely that you may have heard heroic actions I have taken, and it is quite possible that these too are true. Though I would not always call them heroic as I would call them necessary. There are often times when what needs to be done is dangerous, reckless, and just plain stupid. To do these actions despite of that is what it is to be heroic, to fail is what it is to be called a fool. Heroism should not be confused with idealism, and idealism should not be praised. Not even my own idealism. Idealism is a virtue for the foolhardy and reckless. Think things through, understand your limits and what you can and can not do, but remember that limits are made to be broken. Do not impose too many limits on yourself, but do not jump in over your head. Mastering the art of telling what is over your head is one that I wish I had been able to master, but I fear a lot of what I did was sheer luck and stubbornness. However I have the utmost faith that you both will be better than I ever was. That you can learn from my mistakes and have a chance to do that which I never could do. Be happy with your life and who you are. Because you are both beautiful girls, and I know without a doubt you will become beautiful women. If I could instill one value into you it would be the importance of choice. You always have a choice in everything you do. There is never a situation when you do not have a choice, even if it isn't obvious. We are the choices we make, the mistakes, and the victories. Embrace them all, there is no shame in a mistake. Learn from it, be better because of it. Choose to be yourself, not what anyone else tries to make you. I wish with all of my heart that I could be there with you. If I have one regret in my life it is that I will not get to see you grow up, and to see the women you will be. I will never be at your wedding, or hold your children in my arms. But that is a choice I am making, and I stand by the choice. Because what I do may not seem like it, but it is out of love. It is out of the desire to make the world a better place for you, to give you a safety that you would not otherwise have. I know these words are of little comfort when I am not there, and reading this you probably wish I would have chosen to live. To change my path and my destiny, but to do so would put you in harms way more than I can allow. Even knowing that you can not be killed violently I can not allow you to grow up in the kind of world that is shaping right now. I can not allow the monsters that exist to roam free twisting and corrupting the hearts and minds of the people, of the land itself. I do not know if your Mother has explained the pendants you both wear, but if not I will explain them here. They are tokens of protection, a wish granted for winning against the embodiment of chaos. They will always protect you and can never be taken from you by anyone other than me and your Mother. So your safety is assured. When you have children of your own let them touch the pendant and a new one will form for them that can only be removed by you and your husband. So shall our line be protected. Starting with you. Everything I do is for you. I do not expect you to forgive me, I do not expect you to understand. I just hope that in time you can see that I love both of you more than anything in the world. I would burn the world for you, and I gladly give my life to make sure I don't need to burn the world for you. I do not know if it is an issue, but do not be too hard on your Mother. She is and has always been an amazingly strong women. I can not predict the effect my passing will have on her. But the woman I feel in love with is strong and loyal. Fiercely so, and I know that she would do the same thing for you girls if called to. I have enclosed some of my findings and research should you choose to pursue it, I would rather you have a chance to learn from me instead of fumbling in the dark as I had to. Leon Sudeki can also help you, if he is still alive. As can Kiyr Barrial, and Rai Sudeki if they are alive. Do not give your trust to others easily, even these people always keep in mind your own interests. But these are people that I trusted with myself, and that I believe you can trust. However that choice is yours. No matter what choices you make in your life I am forever proud of you both. With the eternal love of a hopeless Father, Mathew Scott Amtrum. (For the monthly 2/3 words 1177) Blondie "The tide is high but I'm holding on. I'm gonna be your number one. I'm not the kind of girl who gives up just like that. Oh, no!" Mathew sang along with the blaring music that was blasting from the old boombox next to him. His body rocked back and forth with the music gently as he applied the purple paint to Evelyn's toenails. Reaching over with his stone arm to gently grab his Mai Tini, sipping it carefully so he did not spill the fruity concoction or mess up the nails. Evelyn seemed to be happy with his singing as she was all smiles. Aryanna was a little less pleased as her face contorted in displeasure. Though he wasn't sure if it was the singing or just a poopy diaper. Setting the drink down he moved the brush away from Evelyn and leaned in in front of Aryanna with a smile. His green eyes meeting hers as he kissed her nose causing her to giggle and brighten up. "The tide is high but I'm holding on. I'm gonna be your number one. Number one, number one." He continued to sing as he shimmied back before lunging forward and grabbing her nose with his lips. She let out a squeal of surprise and delight and she flailed about unsure of what to do. Giggling as he kept his teeth from clamping he pulled back again to resume painting her sister's nails who was only half way done with her feet. The right foot was in dire need of some attention. "I should paint the other foot another color just to see if Mommy flips out." He grinned. She might if he had chosen green. Maybe painted little dragons on their nails. But he was not that skilled, nor were their nails really that big yet. He didn't think he could, maybe Kiyr could. He would need to remember to ask her about that. But for now a nice royal purple. Because his daughters were not only God's but they were Princesses. His perfect little Princesses. It took a little bit for him to finish the other foot, taking great care to not get the paint on her toes, which was challenging as she decided that she wanted to get squirmy. But he had ways of dealing with that. His stone hand reaching out and melding around her foot and leg to keep it still as he continued to paint her nails, humming gently to both girls and himself. "So fussy." He teased as he finished the last nail. The stone around his daughter's leg melding back to his arm's normal shape. Leaning forward he made a few growling sounds as he attacked her belly with his mouth like he was gonna gobble her up. She squealed and laughed obviously enjoying the attentions. Both of them were little trouble makers already. Always getting giggly when him and his Mother fought. Already they seemed to love violence and tension, little Goddesses of War. He was so proud. Turning to face Aryanna he winked at her and blew her a kiss. "Looks like it's your turn now miss sassy pants." He really needed to check her diaper... (Words 534)
|
|
Player 1
Adept
BEE MOVIE SCRIPT
Posts: 122
200x300 Avatar: http://i.imgur.com/88plTCT.png
OOC Name: Ane
250x350 Avatar: https://cdn.discordapp.com/attachments/411308267101487105/604822484327333898/unknown.png
|
Post by Player 1 on Dec 5, 2013 20:38:35 GMT -8
Player 1 has entered the game!
|
|
|
|
Post by David B. on Dec 5, 2013 22:06:17 GMT -8
Count me in.
|
|
|
|
Post by Bastille Amtrum on Dec 5, 2013 22:22:21 GMT -8
hiya!!! me
|
|
Levi Kayamei
Trainee
Aspnyla dra mekrd
Posts: 20 
200x300 Avatar: http://i.imgur.com/xC6LUJj.png
Application: http://phs552.boards.net/thread/2486/levis-qi-hikari-light-manipulation
|
Post by Levi Kayamei on Dec 6, 2013 9:41:33 GMT -8
Sign me up please!  |
|
|
|
Post by Quinn on Dec 7, 2013 20:16:29 GMT -8
Can I sign up?
|
|
