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Post by Mitsuki Park on Aug 3, 2007 19:55:29 GMT -8
...blue and red? Such interesting colors... Possibly for the two different persona's? And another thing she noticed: Thrush was oddly...just a little...er, well, different. In a good way, she guessed, but usually his random outbursts were entertaining. Right now, he seemed a little more reserved than usual. Like said before...it wasn't a bad thing. And in reply to his question?
"No."
When his face was oh-so close to hers, he may or may not have seen the gray tint to her pupils.
Looking at Thrush for a moment... Yeah. Now was a good time..
"You're free."
Simple; two words, nothing more. What she said now was only a shorter version of what she said on the rooftop. Turning around, she would walk straight back to her apartment.
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Post by "Unfettered" on Aug 4, 2007 3:43:26 GMT -8
I Am... Mm.. a mixture of tones of calm and excitement. Interesting. He rather like the betweens that brought balance. Felt right, to be quite honest. In fact, if he was only a touch more bolder, he'd go so far as to think that he might actually be flirting with her a little, as he looked up-close at her face---"No."---... There was a reason he backed up, perhaps a little bit more calmly. A slight thing in her eye. But that was just it. It was slight. ...Did he see some sort of... 'paler' part to her eye? Partially blind? Impossible. Normally. This was the School Captain here, he was talking about, after all. And he'd fought her many times, and had in those many times reaffirmed that she was a very kind, very good, and very strong type of maste---"You're free."...
He gaped.
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With that, she turned around, as if that was that. As if that was nothing more simple then a test problem someone had to solve out. 'You're free'. ...Two little words. Did she expect him to be over joyous? No. She did not expect anything. At least for that much, he could credit her for knowing him, and himself for vice versa. But still. The words hung around in his ears, his mouth playing over it.
...Tell me.
Is it an insane wish to... want to NOT be free? The chains are warm and familiar. The basement provided warm food. And there was shelter. Yes. He could understand that he did not want to... 'become free'. But had she even done anything with the Brimstone? He did not know. If she had not kept it, if only for evidence's sake, he'd leave it there. Just in case. Or just in case some poor fool decided to drink it, so he could get a cheap laugh.
His eye kept on looking after her.
...As much as the prisoner commits a crime so that he ends up back in jail, because it is warm and famiiar... yes, that is how he felt.
And in himself, he felt pathetic. And frustration grew.
Had he really sunk that low? Had he really... become so used to his shackles, that he called it... 'home'?
He had forgotten the reason he had challenged her in the first place. To take over. It seemed like a stupid desire at the time of his servitude, no matter how fluctuating it was. But now what? Now what?*SLAM*A little crater of dirt, where he slammed his now bloodied right fist into the ground before him."Hehehehehehehehehehehehehe. Guess... its back to Plan A."'You're Free'
...Aye. Aye, I am."..I'm Unfettered."...
Something strange happened this day...
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Post by Mitsuki Park on Aug 4, 2007 9:50:59 GMT -8
Once inside the apartment building, she slipped quietly into the elevator, slinking to the ground after hitting the button for the top floor. She was unsure if letting Thrush go free was lifting weight from her shoulders, or adding more, as both had it's pros and cons. Closing her eyes, she exhaled, aware of her exhaustion and capability of collapsing anytime soon. Eyes warily moved over to the door of the elevator, noticing how the doors were already open, and she couldn't help but feel a little out of it. How could she not notice?
Pulling herself up, she left the elevator and made it toward the stairs that led to the roof, climbing up, one at a time, using support from the railing. Pushing the door open, a blast of wind hit her, which was something she needed; the wind. Air. She needed to breathe..
She made her way to the edge of the roof, leaned against the railing and would look in Thrush's direction.
What were they now? If not slave and master, what were they? Just two people who knew each other? Or..friends?
Perhaps Mitsuki was never one to lead; maybe being a school captain was not beneficial, as the stress and work she received was far too great for her own being, especially if two pillars are, were, gone. There's only so much one can tackle on, and Mitsuki was no super hero.
"다음 시간까지..."
Yeah.
Until next time..
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Post by "Unfettered" on Aug 8, 2007 16:32:09 GMT -8
Don't... Don't ask for things that cannot come true.
Don't ask for things that are not real.
Don't kid yourself into believing your own lies.
Don't cry thinking that anyone cares about your tears.
Don't think that death is an escape from it all.
Don't think that your self-pity will accomplish your goals.
Don't think that the extra attention will help you at all.
But most importantly...
Don't think that anything is easy.
At all.
Perhaps you want to feel the flesh of another. Just a hug, maybe a kiss. Something that your mother dearest was not able to provide for a very long time. Are you starved of your God? How long have you been dwelling there, at the bottom of the hole? Has it gotten any better? Of course not, and yet...
Yes. It. Has.
There is no despair to be found, no tears to be shed. No sadness to be had for any reason at all. Life is so full, that to ignore it would be a sin. To bored is a sin, for it means you're not being productive at all. Think, young man, think. What was life before? Hell? Yes. Why? You made it so. All in your head, you decided that you should suffer more. Give yourself more stress, more pain, more anger, more agony, burying your true self.
So yes, little boy. You do want power. But you want to know the cost, first, don't you? Don't want to suffer needlessly. Blood drunk is not something that is, after all, healthy. What is it that you want? A perfect body? A perfect soul? A perfect soul mate, a girlfriend? ...Are you that weak and sinful in the flesh?---Oh. A friend. A friend, you ask? Well maybe. Possibly. Definitely. Look around you. Mr. Kaluskov. Jenna. Aureus, though he never knew why the boy forgave him. Mitsuki. The School Captain.
... What became of Mr. Asiv? What happened, I ask, when... 'he' put me in that hell?
Well...
You can see, perhaps, the fruits of labor.---* * * * * * * * * * * * * Quietly... he breathed, looking over his bloodied hand. Than he breathed again. And could feel the pain already beginning to numb. A chill went up his spine, but it was not unprovoked. A grin, actually. His breath took longer to extol. ...And a fine long stream of mist was slowly becoming more and more visible, revealing his breath in physical, increasingly solidified form. The chill.
How do you describe the feeling of a relaxing cool breeze that intensifies emanating not within your lungs... but in your heart? The minor blood loss slowed. And not even his heavy sweater, in a hot summer night could keep him warm enough to feel comfortable. But he grinned, as he looked up, towards her apartment.
What were they now? If not slave and master, what were they? Just two people who knew each other? Or..friends?"Sie machen mich denke, Mitsuki. ...Sie machen mich denke viel."Perhaps "Unfettered" was just not proper enough or strong enough to be considered a servant, much less a slave. But he was bred for serving others, it seemed, including himself. Ironically, on one of the most literal meanings ever. Mr. Asiv was his master. And so was she.
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...He couldn't have possibly really meant what he said on that night, right? No, he said it himself, he was joking. Heh. Perhaps I'm just growing up into an old fool, who thinks too much. What did he want to say then?...
Slowly, he crouched down, eyes staring at the ground, as he tried with the best he could to formate it. Fingers and hands went over the ground, as he breathed onto it. The ice formulating. Taking his time to craft it. Strenuous? Yes. Yes... But this was his Qi.
And he wanted to let her know how much he... thanked her.
Gently. Gently.
Going over, again, for many minutes, maybe close to an hour. But while his Qi would hold it together for a while, it would not last in the sun.
..And should she wake up in the morning, and just out of sheer coincidence, happen to walk outside to where she'd given him back his things?
Maybe... Maybe Mitsuki would find a rose.
Completely made out of ice.* * * * * * * * * * * * * "Vielen Dank..." |
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Post by Mitsuki Park on Aug 8, 2007 20:08:32 GMT -8
...Mitsuki was actually on the rooftop, looking down at Thrush, as it seemed he was...hunched over, or something of the likes. It seemed like he was working on something, and as curious as she was... Well... She looked intently on how his hands moved; her eyes may have flashed into a bright silver for a moment, as Thrush wouldn't be the only one working his Qi.
For as long as he worked on his 'masterpiece', which..she really didn't know what he was doing, she probably blinked only a couple times, contacts easily drying up, but she kept focused...surprisingly. Dry contacts are never fun to deal with, as you have to force yourself to cry. Mitsuki, who lacks tears in the tear glands...well, not an easy thing for her to do.
Once he was done, it was already dark to the point where she couldn't see what it was he did. Though, that was okay, as she had successfully managed to copy what he did, his motions, and the likes. She was debating whether or not to go inside the apartment and do it, or outside, seeing as when she works her Qi, she tends to get extremely exhausted, to the point where she sleeps for days. And seeing as she was already tired...but...
What if it was meant to be outside? He did whatever it was he did for a good amount of time outdoors, afterall.
...okay.. Let's see..if I can do this...
Taking a deep breath, she went on her knees and closed her eyes, focusing...and all of a sudden, it turned very cold. Clenching her jaw to stop shivering, she took deeper breaths...cold. Very cold. Was Thrush ill? It seemed that he was wearing all that clothing for a reason.. Tired; exhausted; whatever she was doing, it was taking a lot of whatever energy Mitsuki had left.
Same amount of time would take her to do whatever Thrush had done, and once finished, her eyes slid opened and... it was too dark to see what it was. Having her gloves on - as she always had her gloves on - she slid her hand over it to feel what kind of shape it was... Was it a...a.....
.....rose.....?[/color]
..she was so very tired, wanted to sleep, but she wanted to check if that's what he really made. She wanted to see the original.. Slipping the rose in her pocket of her sweater, she crawled toward the exit of the roof, down the stairs one at a time, using the strength - wherever it had come from - to make it outside using the elevator and the likes. It was somewhat amazing that Mitsuki did what she did, but she wanted to see..she wanted to see.
Slowly, ever so slowly, she would make her way toward the spot where she had left Thrush, eventually falling on her knees as she felt around for a....
..rose...[/color]
Thin smile crossed her lips as she pulled the one she made out of her pocket, and next to the one he made. What was this? His Qi? Magic?..
Ha.
No longer having the will, nor power to get up and go inside, she fell into a deep slumber, next to two beautiful roses made of ice. Identical. Who made which..?
Finally.
Some sleep.[/color]
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