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Post by 都Tsuzuki筑 on Dec 12, 2008 17:18:27 GMT -7
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Post by Lopez on Dec 14, 2008 19:21:30 GMT -7
Heart pounding, a cloaked silhouette shot through a silent terra, making no noise at all. Concealed behind the cloak he wore was a number of small phials, tainted red. They clinked [/sup] together, as if they were quaint windchimes. Must...hurry...He breached a sandy beach, and his pace slowed a bit. ...She'll be gone before I'll have a chance to ask her...The figure's dark face frowned, his hair covering his eyes, and uttered a "Hmph." He wasn't in the mood for games. In that case, I'll have to make some time...Still running along the moonlit sand, with waves crashing and rolling along in an endless beat, he snatched one of the phials along with a leather journal and a quill. He etched something upon the parchment, in haste. He put the quill in one of the cloak's pockets and took the phial of his own blood and removed the cork with his teeth. He then spilled the contents of the container upon the pages that he had just filled with text. Tossing the empty phial and spitting out the old cork that he had between his teeth, he then grabbed two flint stones and snapped them together, quickly setting the parchment pages ablaze. "Heh, time is always on my side."He approached a precipice, looking down towards the horizon, seeing a ship come closer towards the base of the cliff, where apparently no rocks were present; just sand. He watched the eerie ship come within proximity for him to see it clearly, yet the ghastly vessel never once breached the soft shores. It was some hundred feet from the summit to the base of the cliff, and most ordinary humans would have thought it undeniably suicidal for one to have jumped off of the jagged presipice. Surely they would have died in that instant...but that would never happen to him...for if it wasn't for his talent to write what he wishes to come true...then he would have nothing to ask of Kara. Amber eyes anxiously watching, he waited patiently for the closest coming of the ship... Perfect...
...One...
...Two...
...THREE!
Shuu
He jumped.
His scarred eye glinted. The wind whistled through his ears, making him deaf for a few moments as he braced himself for the landing. Gravity sent him plummeting with increasing speed down the nighttime cliffside. With deft movements he was able to upright himself before he had the chance to crash headlong into the floorboards of the Seer's ship. He had timed his jump so perfectly that he did not need to write that the wind would have broken his fall before asking his single question. Thud!! . . . Tip, Tip . . . .He had landed without even needing to bend his knees, how he had accomplished that, not even that is known by him, the Poet. As he walked across the floorboards, which were creaking beneath his weight, he spied a maiden, the Seer of all things in time, strapped to the mast. Yet, she was nothing that he had seen within his own Sight. She appeared as though she was made up of only the essence of a tortured soul herself. Not a damned soul of the true hell, but one of pain, torment, and loneliness. "...So...were you expecting me?..."[/size][/blockquote][/font] |
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Post by 都Tsuzuki筑 on Dec 18, 2008 15:36:28 GMT -7
[/color][/b] She regarded him cooly, not nessicarily nasty, but... Defensive. Yes, that was the word. Years of near solitude had caused her to grow defensive. She also opted to use the boy's alias rather than his true name, least she anger him. Few people knew it, most none but Poet and the all knowing such as her self. Or maybe it was too arrogant to call herself that, for Kara knew nothing and everything all at once. Her one last, great suprise in life would be to see her own end, if it ever came. And for all she knew, it might never. If she ever did die, what would happen to her? Be forced to join the gods that imprisoned her? Sent to hell for her Sins? See her beloved family again? Or would she just return to the dark? The ever present, suffocating dark, the dark that haunted the corners of her mind, her world, her everything? "Now tell me, what is it that you wish to see?[/color][/ul][/blockquote] |
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Post by Lopez on Dec 21, 2008 12:43:29 GMT -7
The boy had a sudden vision of the past. His past.
He suddenly saw himself in a field, blurry as the vision was, he watched a small boy playing mindless games with children he never knew, but seemed to have a faint echo of rememberance. Yet as he watched, he seemed to know them quite well, as if they were...friends. That's it. Friends. People who are to stay at your side no matter what. They are proven extremely invaluable to your life, of course. Something that he never had. Something he thought that he would never have. As he mused over the sight, his eyes seemed glassy for one moment, and then hard and cold the next. An emotion he was experiencing for the first time now.
Jealousy.
Why, why can they be so happy?
He begain to scream in anguish and pure envy, truly horrifying, yet the shildren did not waver in the slightest. They couldn't hear him.
He found himself wreathed in pain, and suffering, for his eye seemed as though it would never stop burning. A thousand needles seemed to strike him, eager to cause his fatality. But no. That time would not come. But this pain was something he had to endure each day. Not knowing where it came from he stayed put, until as quickly as everything happened, it was gone.
He turned suddenly to face Kara. He looked around as if he'd seen a ghost, then turned again to Kara and sighed.
"My past . . . Show me. I yearn to see it. I wish to know who I am."
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Post by 都Tsuzuki筑 on Dec 30, 2008 12:18:54 GMT -7
[/b][/color] She motioned to him with a pale, frail hand, and walked slowly over to a basin of seawater, placed right in the middle of the deck. "Come, kneel by the basin and stare into the water. And do not disturb me."She too knelt by the basin, placing both of her hands on the rim. And she too stared into the water, unblinking , trying to conjure up the images that the boy seeked.[/ul][/blockquote] |
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Post by Lopez on Nov 28, 2009 10:30:08 GMT -7
Child...?
He understood the maiden's immortality at sea, yet he was one to be brushed the wrong way with petty names. His face returned to its usual hardened solemnity.
“Hn.”
He grunted in agreement...
Tp...Tp...Tp...
...walked across the floorboards of the vessel...
Tp...Tk-Tp...
...and knelt in front of the basin which the maiden had gestured to.
The mark burned until the flesh beneath the skin exposed to the salty air grew dark and charred; although it caused much pain, he'd experienced far worse, and did not respond to the repeated pain except for the clenching of teeth. Eventually, as he would come to use this power more and more, his whole eye would become ash and be gone forever. But not tonight.
The water in the gloom of the basin stirred as if it had a life of its own. A chilling, white glow at its center kept itself steady, neither growing or fading from sight. It hurt to look at the scene unfolding in the watery ripples without the comfort of shutting one's eyes. Although it hurt, Poet could not stop staring at the water; it was mesmerizing.
Little by little the kaleidoscope of images cleared as his concentration climaxed...
Snow.
His mouth was open, yet no voice found his words.
He began to shiver as more of the white enveloped the image, clouding it as his fears did to his mind. However, the picture did not disappear, as his eyes remained fixed to it.
“S-snow. It's-s snow. Why...why is it s-so c-c-cold?”
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